beads of perspiration is visible on her face from the uncomfortable realisation of his proximity. maybe it was an obsession.
she didn't know the first thing about love and other of the sorts. it was superficial obsessive love and all she wanted was a snippet of that.
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The Other Side Of The Moon
Short Story❝ hey moon please forget to fall down ❞ ⦅ will scrap soon ⦆
