"Perfect, isn't it?" Lily asks, the word passing between her lips before she has time to think about it. Perfect. Nothing is perfect. No one can be and the word, said like that, is still haunting.
"Come on," she says, taking Eden's hand and slipping into the crowd. The club itself is small and it seems more crowded than it really is.
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"Come on," she says, taking Eden's hand and slipping into the crowd. The club itself is small and it seems more crowded than it really is.