Love is like a cherry - something tiny can make something wonderful.
But when it's gone,it's gone. You still have the sweet taste left in your mouth, until it slowly vanishes. But the memories are always there.
It can be in many forms, and reside in the most unexpected of places. From a gentle bookworm and a hardened athlete, to a sweet sibling's devotion for her sister, love pops up everywhere, whether you want it or not. From the love of nature, to the bonds of animals.
Or maybe the love that resides in good and evil.
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Everyone knew her.
She was the blonde beauty that resided in the halls. Blonde locks trickled down her back, her pale skin illuminating her sapphire-blue eyes. She moved delicately, as though she were a fragile flower. She was the girl that could always make you smile. She was caring, and kind.
Everyone knew him.
He was the black-haired ruffian that plagued the school. Spiky black hair grew from his head in a tuft, with metal piercings above his stone-cold eyes. He was the guy that you never wanted to hand out with. He was rumored to have a heart as black as the devil's.
So what did these souls have in common? One was dark, one was light. One was yin, one was yang.
Well, they both had a secret.
One was a cherry blossom, not noticed by many, but only when seen from close could their beauty be truly appreciated. The other was a rose, beautiful on the outside, but spiky on the inside.
Evangeline Thorn was the daughter of a cold-blooded killer.
James Mitchells was the son of a warm-hearted beauty.
Love is an art - the most unexpected of things can create a masterpiece.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Runaway
RomanceShe was no more of a princess than anyone else. Perhaps even less so. But still, she found her perfect tale.
