She gazed at his eyes like she'd looked upon the stars. Charting every constellation. Memorizing every inch of the small, yet magical surface. Her love for him was a concept she hated, but craved. Once she'd seen his eyes, she could only give into her cravings. She spent so much time reaching for the fallen stars, she never thought she'd be the one falling.
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Samuel Courage
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