There's not a thing that he would change about her.
Her hair falls naturally, and though she's not typical Westchester perfection it doesn't mean that nobody's envious; that's why they taunt her, spinning her down in a hole and she falls faster and faster and there's nobody to catch her. She's a whirlwind of colors, floating through the breeze with those rosy red lips and auburn shining hair, luscious waves; everybody loves her, and she doesn't even notice it in the first place. She's rose pretty and thorn sharp, and that's just the way he loves her.
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author's note: This will be a set of mini-drabbles, all about Folive and other assorted pairings. If you'd like any preferred pairings or prompts, then I'd be sure to include them in future drabbles. This is my first story, so please tell me if you liked it in a review, :)
x chloe