MORGANA WAS DEAD. She was a hollow shell without the boy of eyes of gold and light and everything pure, resorted to unseeing eyes and hollow smiles and a stupid set of heart and lungs that kept pumping. Without the innocent boy she had fallen in love with, Morgana didn't know what to do. She'd been bound to him, she thought, but things had changed. The pale line on her finger was a harsh, constant reminder of it.
Ansel Griffin was no longer a boy, and he no longer loved Morgana with the glint in his gold and light and everything pure eyes. Ansel Griffin is gone dearie, they cackled because they knew they'd been right all along, and he's taken your heart with him.
Ansel Griffin, the boy of gold and dust, of shadow and light, of silver and everything beautiful and ugly.
Ansel Griffin, a masterpiece whose master only saw ripped edges.
Ansel Griffin, the beautiful fool who was not really a fool at all.
Ansel Griffin, Ansel Griffin, Ansel Griffin, the boy who was everything beautiful in the world and everything ugly underneath.
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Short StorySIREN SMILES AND MEDUSA EYES- DON'T LOOK TO CLOSELY DEAR, OR THEY'LL BREAK YOUR HEART; IT'LL ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL YOUR HEART GETS BROKEN, DEAR, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT. CEPARA © - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - 2017 → WATTPAD FEATURED STORY
