000; PROLOGUE / BLURB

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I HATED STORMS EVER since I was a little girl. Back then, it was because they were cold and brutal and the thunder scared me. I had the comfort of my parents' bed, being nestled in between their two bodies. But now, they couldn't protect me, not from this kind of storm.

This storm was more dangerous than I could have ever imagined. I hated it, just like I hated the storm that occurred on the night of my sister's disappearance.

It came in the form of emerald eyes and wild hair, dyed a different color every other month. Much like a real storm, he didn't last forever. He only poured pretty words down my throat and then he was gone by morning.


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thank you to hotelrooms and seaoffools for helping me finalize the other blurb for this, love you guys :)

p.s. tell me what you think so far, i hope you're all digging the idea xx

Storm  》Clifford A.UDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora