Her name was Ivy. She was brilliant, kind and beautiful. She was shades of green that you have never seen before, the sound of her voice made your heart do flip flops, and the freckles that dotted her nose were more enticing than anything I had ever seen before. But she was suffocating. She was just like the plant. She grew on your walls, starving the plants around, and it was hell trying to tear her out. She loved and felt so fiercely. It was a flaw. One that I couldn’t overlook anymore.

/// her name was ivy///Excerpt of a story I will never write #5e9185692a2329bf8875d6fc13f059301.png


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