Unconditional Love
My heart stumbles.
She’s… stunning. Gorgeous, like one of those girls you’d only see in magazines or on red carpets. Her skin practically glows, her green eyes bright and sharp, framed by thick lashes. Her nose is delicate, perfectly straight, and her lips—plump, blushed, and pouty—are impossible not to stare at. She’s the kind of beautiful that feels unreal, like a work of art you can’t touch but can’t stop looking at.
“And completely out of your league,” a voice in my head reminds me, cold and mocking. I tear my gaze away, my ears burning, and stare at the wall like it suddenly got interesting.
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