You're Just My Type

"I'd like to add you to my collection."
"Wait- what?" he asked, flabbergasted.
"Oh come on, you shouldn't be that surprised, you knew this day was coming."
"Uh no, I didn't."
"Well you should've known, especially with my reputation and your looks."
"My... looks?" he questioned.
"Yes, your looks. You're the only guy in the entire school with dark hair and icy blue eyes, also... you're just my type."

'Arrogant bitch even had the audacity to smirk.'

"Yeah well, you aren't mine. Also, I don't want to be apart of your 'collection', so I ask you one last time... Please leave me alone, Aurelia."
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"He wasn't a masterpiece. He was a walking disaster. Tragedy & beauty painted his soul."

"With skin as white as snow and eyes as cold as ice, along with hair as dark as night. It made him as dangerous as a storm, and as frightening as a blizzard."

"Her soul was utterly captivating. A warm rainy day. Dying to be danced in."

"She kissed him. But didn't kiss him. Because the lips that she kissed were only a replacement for the ones she really wanted."

"She dated others to take her mind off of him. She said she loved all of them, but not as much as him. Because even though her mind said 'Yes', her heart always said 'No'."