A sprinkle of freckles across her button nose. Bronze coloured hair that cascaded down her back. Creamy skin, smoother than satin. Doe-like eyes, dark and innocent, rimmed with red. Even when she had been crying, when she was broken, she was beautiful.866Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPLBSWFdqQy
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Forgetting what had happened before for a moment as I was entranced by her beauty, I reached out to her. Guilt flooded my face as she flinched back, untrusting. Her lips were turned upside down in a small scowl, and I so longed for it to smile again. I thought back on all the times she had smiled, had laughed, had kissed me with those soft, soft lips. Just remembering those memories made my guilt multiply, because that smile would never be mine again, never be for me, and I couldn't stop the memories from flooding into my mind. Kisses in the moonlight on the beach. Light streaming through the window, lighting her up, making her glow. My fingers running through her hair as she lay her head on my lap.866Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTndHubPsrV
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Never before had I felt like this. Only when I had broken her trust, hurt her beyond repair, did I realise how much she meant to me, how much my life revolve around her. Partly because I'm a selfish, ungrateful jerk, and partly because I had never felt this way about anyone else before - it was all new and exciting and scary. Quite a mess I had made, too. Right when I thought everything was perfect, that I had to be the luckiest person alive, it all started going downhill. She learnt more and more about me - the ugly side included. That was when she started feeling insecure. Until now, our relationship had been a false image, a happy, too-perfect dream. Very subtley, we started splitting apart, until we're now in this mess that I had caused. What she said about me - every single word she had spat at me - was all true, and I couldn't deny it.866Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVZTeMRTleh
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Xenophobia was what she had - fear of strangers. Yet she had let me in, trusted me, loved me, and I had broken that trust, misused that love, broken her.866Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4naNUvq78B
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Zoe was her name - a perfect name for a perfect girl - and I had broken her heart.866Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM10aZOInkK
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