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Until I gazed into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning could be something beautiful. Until I gazed into a pair of fiery-blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning might not hurt. Until I gazed into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling could be something peaceful.
Oh , Darling , as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don't give a damn what I look like .
And that is why I push him away. Because if I don’t, I’ll only pull him closer to me. And if I do, this story will end with a dagger buried in my heart—the heart that beats a little too fast when he’s around, breaks a little too easily, and aches a little too much for him.
