plot: you and rosalie get into an argument
3rd pov:
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"Tell me again, about how it hurts." You say sarcastically putting some books on your shelf. "You know, you're being awfully loud for an introvert." Rosalie says from your bed. "Get our of my room." You say motion towards the open window she came in through.
smile wiped clean
"Isn't weird, to be so mean." "I'm guessing that I've grown horns. I guess I'm human no more." You throw your hands up. "I can tell I've rotted in your brain." Rosalie shrugs.
how easily passion twists
"You think I'm a crazy bitch." You look at the blonde with wide eyes. "No, I craft my words to fit your head." She reasons. "'Cause no one listens to the dead?" You ask.
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