Leaving (The Gone's perspective)
She was beautiful. I doubt she would ever fall for me though. Nor would she like me or love me, I feel like she only feels pity for us. We're stuck, in the dark, she does not notice ever. I love her though, because at least she cares a little. I love her. Green eyes like lily pads and fur like minty snow. So beautiful.
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