I remember my first day of school like it was yesterday.
I was so devastated to see my mum leave that I chased her through the playground, tripping and grazing my knee in the process. I sobbed on the ground until a gentle hand stroked my hair. A small girl with white hair smiled at me and said,
"It's okay."
After that, the tears stopped. A teacher came to bring me back to my classroom, and I didn't see her again. Every day I searched the playground for the girl with white hair, hoping that she could make me smile again, but she was never there. After a year, my parents divorced and my mum moved me far away. My heart felt heavy, since I would never see the girl again.
That was the first, and last time I ever fell in love.
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Alice and Persephone
Teen FictionOnce upon a time, a fragile girl of 5 witnesses the apparition of a white-haired angel on her first day of school. She instantly falls in love with the angelic being, yet never sees her again. Thirteen years and many house moves later, Persephone fi...
