Undo Stories

Quien iba a pensar que un perfume tan simple se convirtiria en una de las cosas mas ricas que un hombre puede oler, sin embargo, para ese chico de cabello azul, sera más excitante de lo normal.

Young Arabella Glenn does not expect any of the things the world throws at her. For the longest time, she's had the biggest crush on her older brother's best friend, but she swore that's all it was - a crush. After time passes, he admits to liking her too. However, the only problem with that is that he's eight years older than her and she's only sixteen. When they finally come together, life seems to throw anything and everything at them that it can to keep them apart.

I didn't even see you when I liked you Now ain't got no time Girl I wanna see you undo it I wanna see but you're not mine © by Krystal all rights reserved Please don't steal this idea It would be very lovely of you not to do so enjoy?

"Daniel. Nice." The salesman pointed to himself. "Berry Waldman. May I call you Danny?" He chuckles. My heart stopped. My fists clenched on their own. Berry looked nervous for a second. The ringing in my ears stopped. "Actually," my voice cracked from faking my calmness, "Just Daniel, thank you." I unclenched my fists as Berry tensed up. "Of course." He stuttered. The sound of his neck breaking would've been a relief to me, but I was here for one thing... One thing that i will not leave without.

a place where she spills all her thoughts and maybe, reveal her scars.

Just a collection of poems.

If you had the chance to undo anything, would you?

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I wanna see you undo it.

"It was me. We are of the same body. Of the same identity. Of the same personality. She was I, but I wasn't her. She was the past. I am the present. She was nothing but a history, but I will be the future." --- The same body. The same Identity. The same personality. The same person. But of different past and future. Two persons. And They are NOT twins. Her future was different. 'Her' future will be different. Her past was tragedy. 'Her' past was nothing but lame history. Her present was gone. 'Her' present will be gone.

He passed, she's down and now someone has just read all about it.

You twisted me like long strands of red hair in your beautifully bony fingers, and then painted me the darkest shade you knew. { The story of a girl who regrets not doing the very context described. }