The Hate Was Love
This charming imperfection added a subtle allure, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her upper lip.
But it was her eyes that truly mesmerized those lucky enough to gaze into them. Her eyes were, unsurprisingly, the color of hazelnuts—rich, warm, and flecked with hints of gold, like hidden treasures waiting to be discovered but this time they were filled with tears and they were glistening that even the moon cannot outshine them.
They were expressive windows to her soul, exuding a blend of depth and vulnerability. Long, dark lashes framed those beguiling orbs, they casted enchanting shadows because they are flickered with emotion, sadness. Jonathan then understood why Michael married h
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