Waves suppress secrets beneath the surface of her pale cheeks; shaken to her core with fear, the redness of her green oval eyes rests below a crooked skyline — a broken reflection of indecision and splintered glass sticks to a sunset, rising above lake Atticus. A picture washes ashore — a reflection of herself she saw in him.

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