he look over at the thorn-rich rosebush and back over to the girl. her scars and wounds seemed to almost match the thorns of the rosebush, almost as if she had ran over and hugged the bush of roses like an old friend. but he knew well that her only friend was dance. and he was curious as of to why such a beautiful girl could seem so scarred and lone.
she was lone wolf, not aggressive enough to attack as it didn't have it's pack, and not cute enough to be a rabbit.
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Short Storyshe, being under the impression that she was the only one who payed attention, while his eyes intently followed her gracious movements.
