* Fallen star *
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Last published Wed, Sep 18, 2024
"He was very beautiful, comparable to the Moon itself with his pretty pale skin, his deep blue eyes, and white, fluffy, yet curly hair that perfectly framed his flawless face.
This warm fuzzy feeling I hadn't felt in what seemed an eternity fueled like an old engine in my heart. A overwhelming, yet aching sensation that somehow, now felt extremely unfamiliar."
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A short story, I'm only planning five chapters at best. Thanks.
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