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Evan's Dark Eyes (M.W.L One Shot)

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Reads 76,559
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Parts 3
Time 9m

Did you love Arix’s (cold_lady19) ‘My Wattpad Love’ and ‘Growing Up’ and wish you could have read a chapter in Evan’s P.O.V? Ever wonder what his mysterious tattoo on his neck meant? Or what it felt like to be so consumed by pain and darkness you shut everyone out? Well ‘Evan’s Dark Eyes’ is exactly what you’ve been waiting for! All his raw emotions and love for Jules is exposed in this well thought out One Shot. Also a poem written by Jules to express what it was like to have her first true love. Enjoy ;)All Rights Reserved

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