Lilly stares at the bathroom mirror, assessing the damage then pulling out the concealer and dabbing all over her eyes. The blue lightens until it virtually disappears . She shakes her head and lets slivers of her chestnut brown cover her eye so people won't look too closely. they probably won't though, she's a nobody, not like Curls. She cant help notice the fact she's far from perfect.
She let out a low and steady disappointed breath, putting everything away and turns to leave. She stops when the door swings open, revealing familiar blonde locks.
Lilly can hear her heart pounding and feel her fingers shaking but she tries to steady them to the best of her ability. She walks past Curls, ignoring the way their skin brushed together and leaves.
She silently celebrates the fact that she didn't grab Curls arm and beg them to talk, no matter how the urge had overtaken her.
She won.
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CURLS
Poetryⓒⓤⓡⓛⓢ She didn't know who she really was until she met her. The girl with blonde curls and a blinding smile who lit up the world with the twinkle in her eyes. First love hurts like a bitch, especially when you fall in love with someone you're not...
