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Teressa only knew two things growing up: One, love always came with sharp edges. Two, no one ever stays without a reason.
So she stopped expecting softness. Stopped hoping. Started sharpening herself instead.
By seventeen, Tess walked through the world like she dared it to try her...
With half a smirk, a cardigan slung over one shoulder, and eyes that looked too tired to care. But she noticed everything.
The glances. The silences. The red flags.
Especially his.
Because while everyone else looked away from the man who never blinked,
Tess looked right back.
And smiled.
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β‘ πππ¦π: Teressa
β‘ Age: 17
β‘ Height: 5'9"
β‘ Occupation: Student, chaos unit
β‘ Vibe: bitter sarcasm, sleepy siren eyes, pretty mean girl energy
β‘ Signature traits: black shoulder-length wolf cut, silver rings, bandaids on bitten fingers
β‘ Doodle level: everything she owns is a canvas
β‘ Quote: "Damn, somebody thinks they're the second coming."
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i write cause i love it. simple as that. but lets be real, stories dont write themselves. it takes time, brain juice, and yeah⦠a lotta late night coffee. if u're vibin with the story and feel like throwin a lil fuel my way, that support, it hits different.
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