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I Never Was Yours ❥ Brendon Urie ✔ {Completed & slowly editing}
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Ongoing, First published May 21, 2016
Mature
"What was the first thing you noticed about him?"

"His eyes, they were a gorgeous rich brown colour that could captivate any woman to do anything he wanted within a split second. His eyes were a type of brown like sweet chocolate. The chocolate that could melt at the slightest touch of heated love. But then the sort of chocolate that can grow hard at the cold harsh reality or depression. I imagined that he could hold so much emotion and heartbreak very well from everyone around him... or maybe that's me"

© JWritez

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Our eyes met, and my pulse soared. The world narrowed to a single, thrilling possibility. Each whispered word, every tender touch, pulled me under his spell. I was lost, and I knew it. The hug that changed everything became our sanctuary, our haven. Yet, shadows of doubt crept in, taunting me. Had I transformed the untouchable heartthrob or merely become a stepping stone? The question haunted me, a constant hum in the background of our intoxicating romance. Was our love a work of art or a fleeting masterpiece, destined to fade?"