Her presence is like a magnet, drawing me in even when I know it’s dangerous. And despite the uncertainty we’re in, I can’t help but take in the details of her appearance. I catch the way her red lips contrast perfectly against her pale skin. The shapes of the freckles dusting her nose. The stubborn tilt of her chin that tells me she won’t be broken easily. The shade of her green eyes—how there are two spots of brown in the left eye and just one in the right. But I also see the fear lurking behind her brave façade. The tremble in her foot that she tries to hide by crossing one tightly over the
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