Belle Black sat against the balcony that bound the upstairs hallway of her home. Glancing down at her parents, she swiped at the small tears that had begun to fall, keeping her sobs hidden within her throat. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she rested her head against them, her blonde hair falling delicately …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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