I Love Your Bright Eyes

I Love Your Bright Eyes

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Winter Snow. Yes that's her real name. She never saw herself as special. She always had okay grades; A's and B's. Boring brown hair. Apricot skin. And your average body type; not too big, but not too small. The only thing she ever thought was different about herself? Her bright blue eyes. It's not common to see blue eyes like hers; bright, bold, and contrasting. It appears that she's not the only one to notice her unique feature. It starts when Winter sees a note on her desk. Whoever could this secret admirer be? Follow Winter as she discovers the person who has captured her heart through the action of words instead of choosing just one.
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Her entire life so far had been like one sunny afternoon, passing quickly and soon forgotten along with all the other days that had no stand-out excitement or tragedy. At thirteen she was ready to explore the entire world, learn fighting and this new world. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. He saw her passion! A story about love and finding her identity! Who is she? Enjoy reading. :)

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