Literature
LCN: love is
It hurts, knowing hell never love you.
You sneak a look at him. He is perfect as ever, in your eyes. The most beautiful thing you can even imagine. All wide eyes and pouty lips and thick lashes.
The perfection hurts.
For all your romanticism, you arent stupid. Not at all.
Beside him is your brother.
How can you compete?
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Saoirse has never been an open person. Honestly, shes always preferred the safety of facades and silence. She knows one can never go wrong that way.
And shes never been one to voice her opinions. Heck, even her voice