Crybaby

Crybaby

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Melanie Martinez
She had been in the world for less than a minute before she was named "Crybaby". She wasn't born into the best family, or much of a family at all, for that matter. She wasn't able to find love so she toyed with another person's heart for fun. And went through a traumatic experience that changed her personality forever. I wouldn't blame her for being a cry baby.. *Disclaimer: I do not own the pictures used in this story. All illustration rights go to Chloe Tersigni. This storyline is based off of the album and the actual storybook itself, both titled "Crybaby", both written by Crybaby in the flesh, Melanie Martinez.*
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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