P r o l o g u e ; ;
She had always been the one, to hold her head high even when she got hit in the eye.
Through thick and thin, the girl held proud.
With the mask she has on, she fought her own battles and picked her own fights.
She never knew, though, a boy with mischief held tight.
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F R O W N
Romance❝She frowned at her imperfection, he cried at his late affection.❞ ©delicatedais-y
