Tattoos and Mascara

Tattoos and Mascara

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"His Tattoos told her how much he wanted to remember his pain, while her mascara told him how much she wanted to hide her insecurities" Heart Statue, was a famous tourist spot located at the heart of the city, rumors had it that whoever held hands in front of the statue would become soulmates for eternity. 18 years old Mordecai found the rumor absurd and just found those who believed in such nonsense stupid. Coupled with the absurdity, he meets a " crazy" girl. Axis Xanders didn't know why when she saw Mordecai, she wanted him to talk to her. It was like finding something you have always been searching for. He didn't seem that way as he left her hanging, until she found out he was the new student at her school. Would Sparks fly, or would a girl's flame burn it's way into a boy's heart???
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She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

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