I studdied her face; eyes a pale blue colour, and the lips a strong red. She stared back at me, noticing the many imperfections in my face, such as the scars. Her face was the complete opposite to mine. There was not a single scratch on her rose cheeks, her pale forehead was not shrouded by bruises, and her light brown hair remained straight, without a single peice of dirt entangled into it. After several moments of staring into my eyes, she blinked, and a tear roled down her check, falling onto her light blue t-shirt, making a small wet mark. A smile formed on her beautiful face, after a grin, and I returned the expression.
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