she looked at the clouds,
i studies her features.
i noticed things
i've never quite
caught before.
her small face,
holding onto
so many things at once.
that faint line by her temple,
others would have said
that it was horrible,
but to me
it was beautiful.
he must have harmed her
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rooftop {p.jm}
Short Storyif I hadn't wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you back that night would we even be friends?
