Starbucks //n.h.//
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Last published Wed, Jan 27, 2016
Viskas prasidėjo nuo paprasto apsilankymo kavinėje, jis dyrbo padavėju mėlynos akys, balti dantys, blondiniški plaukai, jis buvo tobulas vaikinas svajonių vyras.
Jis sakė mane myli.
Bet tai tik melas!
Melas!
Ir dar daugiau melo!
Jis manim pasinaudojo!
Dabar aš sėdžiu bažnyčioje ir laukiu įžengenčios nuotakos, verkiu Ninai į petį visi galvoja, kad čia džiaugsmo ašaros, bet ne čia gailesčio ir apgavystės ašaros, išdavystės.
Čia Niall vestuvės.
Niall permeta man džiaugsmo šypsnį, jis gal jis tyčiojasi? Staiga ji įžengia į salę su balta dailia suknele. Niall įsišiepe, kaip debilas, o aš verkiu, verkiu Ninai į petį. Nebeištvėriau atsistojau ir iššėjau iš salės.
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"Ah, there he is," he said when he saw me, "Niall, this is my twin sister, Sephie. Sephie, this is my new flatmate, Niall." He introduced us. She stepped forward with her hand out, a smile on her face, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Niall." I took her hand in mine, a small smile coming to my face as I met her eyes. Her gorgeous, otherworldly blue-green eyes. And was that amber, too? How many eye colors did this girl have? "It's nice to meet you, too, Sophie," I said, barely getting the words out as I stumbled over them. She giggled a little, "No, it's Sephie." "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I've ever heard that name before." "Well, my actual name is Persephone. I couldn't pronounce that when I was little. All I could get out was Sephie. It kind of stuck from there." "Persephone. I like it. Very different." "Thank you, and please, call me Sephie or Seph." I nodded. Seph. Sephie. Persephone. I had never heard of anyone with that name. It was different. Unique. And absolute perfection on the girl standing in front of me.![Melanie [h.s] #Wattys2015](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/42750314-256-k249202.jpg)
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