You'll Be My Sky

You'll Be My Sky

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Hey everyone! This is just a quick story I thought of over summer. A friend suggested that I should put it up here so others can enjoy. If you find it a bit boring at parts, please just bare with me. Please feel free to comment, share and vote (on all chapters if you can) <3 Thanks loads! __________________________________________________________________________ Life is a game with tricks up its sleeves and we're merely its players. I, Hannah Mayer, am no exception. My life used to be just... right. There's no other way to explain it. Family and friends play big parts in my life. But what happens when life decides to mess with me? Read to find out (;
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Her entire life so far had been like one sunny afternoon, passing quickly and soon forgotten along with all the other days that had no stand-out excitement or tragedy. At thirteen she was ready to explore the entire world, learn fighting and this new world. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. He saw her passion! A story about love and finding her identity! Who is she? Enjoy reading. :)

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