The sun slowly slipped away as she walked from her stressful home. It's like this every day. Hand in hand, we laugh at our parents' foolishness and walk through chirping trees. My love and I are going deeper into mother natures resting place.
This is true beauty. The air is orange. Cooling whispers flow through her golden brown hair. Raspberry clouds reflect in her hazel eyes as she looks into mine. We close them and share a gentle kiss in the moment but run away embarrassed. When older, we will live in the middle of the wildflower meadow, just as she's always dreamed of.
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My Polaroid of You
RomanceThis one by me has several stories, all cut up into little bite-sized pieces for each chapter. Some have LGBT, especially my one story that appears in this book, Heaven. trigger warning
