Thoughts like Poison, Words like Ice
There's the upper class, and then there's the elite. The perfect people, the ones who never slip up, never make mistakes. Or so it seems. But what goes on behind closed doors of the people so high up they can't see the ground anymore? Let's hope no one falls off.
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They were both classically perfect, all cheekbones and graceful limbs, full eyelashes and soft, voluminous hair.
Not a wrinkle in their clothing or a bump on their skin. Flawless.
Everyone told them they were made for each other. Sakura would smile and laugh and titter a thank you, while Sasuke stood stoically and tipped his head in the complimenters direction, an arm around his female companion's waist, the perfect gentlemen. To the public, they had everything. Their lives were something to covet, desire. People longed for their beauty, their porcelain delicacy.
To the rest of the world, they seemed to have it all. The golden couple, both fragile and untouchable and utterly perfect.
It just goes to show how looks can be deceiving.
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A/N: So this is really just a teaser and shouldn't even count as a prologue, but I really want to know if anyone will read this. Please, if you're interested, story alert this.
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ObsessiveBrunette