The touch of snow in august heat chills mind, body, and soul. It freezes you completely. Once the contact is broken, the heavenly grip is released and you can breath again, but you don't want to. You want to stay in that moment. Be bound by her touch. Then you realize that you love her. You want her, but you can't. She isn't yours to take. So you stay as close as pssible to being with her. Even though it pains you. Her smooth skin with several inpurities from where she tried to take her life. Her silky, jet black hair, used to cover her beautiful face from the world. All is hidden, but her eye. Not both, but one. One single eye to see. One wonderful, brown eye with eyeliner, black as her hair, to make her eye look more baeutiful. Now you think that your not good enogh for her. You could never be with her. You never had a chance. She would have said no in the first place.
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