"Why?" He had asked as he stared at the white lines on her blanched skin. With dull eyes she spoke, "Because sometimes when I do it, it makes me feel alive. Like I'm human."
She frowned at her imperfection. And he cried at his late affection.
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Romance❝She frowned at her imperfection, he cried at his late affection.❞ ©delicatedais-y
