Kiss Your Cries

Kiss Your Cries

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Alaina Ambrose Coming from a broken family, 16 year old Alaina Ambrose has always been... different. She often has a recurring feeling of not fitting in with her peers and does her best to 'rebrand' herself any chance she gets, regularly shying away from who she really is deep down... But she doesn't know exactly who that girl is. Lucian Black Coming from a wealthy family, 17 year old, Lucian Black is the golden boy at Reverend High. Amazing grades and captain of the soccer team. He's everything a girl could want. Everything was going great until he saw her. dark curly brown hair, pretty brown skin, and those sweet sad brown eyes. Apparently brown was his new favorite color and he had to know who she was.
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