flint
you know. i dont remember things. in fact i dont remember what i had for breakfast last monday. but you know why? its because of her. she makes me forget. and all i remember is her. i remember her black sweatshirt. and her ripped jeans. i remembered her glowing eyes and dark brown hair. i remember the desperation on her face. the desperation, the anxiety.
in fact. you could tell. she was. a. goner.
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glowing eyes
Short Story" she fell in love with his empty heart. and he fell in love with her glowing eyes " cover by ; @soundthealarm
