Unrequited

I was always falling for the wrong girls.

She was so pretty, with flowing raven hair and snowy skin. Her lips, so pale in the moonlight, formed a perfect heart on her face.

Her once green eyes were now glassy and lifeless.

I sighed while unrolling the crime scene tape.

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