This was meant to be JoxDean fluff for Silverspoon, but it sorta turned out angsty … sorry … I can't seem to help myself ;)
That girl, with the swishing blonde hair and the infectious smile.
That girl, with the sparkling laugh and the 'come hither' eyes.
That girl, with too many beers and a knife in her hand.
That girl, with love in her heart and dread in her soul.
That girl, with the whispered declarations of love and of fear.
That girl, with despair on her face and determination in her stride.
That girl, with her blood on the floor and her mother's tears on her face.
That girl, with bravery on her mask and terror beneath.
That girl, with the cherry-sweet lips and the guts spilling out.
That girl, with a few sweet memories and a lifetime of regrets.
That girl, with her body blown to smithereens and her heart still next to yours.
That girl, with her love on your mind and her blood on your hands.
That girl, with the only love you ever gave and the only death you mourned.
That girl – Jo Harvelle.
I'm not sure if I like this one … thoughts?
xx