At night, the leaves fall down gracefully just like in the day but they look different.
I always wondered why she put on so much makeup, when she had no scars. Not even a pimple. I looked in frustration as she showed me her $500 dollar make up collection and I went back home to nothing.
At night I would cuddle up with my lover and would feel as if I was a Goddess. Chocolate would melt in just a few seconds and after that, I was in Heaven.
She was in bed all alone that same evening and felt ugly - while he fucked someone else. The next day, she put on her makeup again with pretty ribbons.
Everyone thought she was beautiful but him -
Author notes
prompt - The girl with ribbons doesn't dance anymore
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Comments
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Wow, this is gorgeous
the last line really packs a punch ^^
Thank you for entering,
Claire x
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Awww
Lovely write dear
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