She
Tim's POV Raven is a mess: a beautiful, talking, moving, living mess. Her face is smudgy with something gray and black. The ends of her hair have been burnt and smell weird. A hideous-looking wound on her upper arm reaches onto her shoulder. It's swollen and dark. Her clothes are dirty from what looks like mud and blood, and they are more ripped than when she left. I'm staring at her like a cow, dumbfounded and with my mouth wide open. She's my mess! 'Handsome!' Her voice traveled over the commotion. It was so loud people covered their ears. Somehow, I felt my face burst into a massive grin when she slid down something huge and landed on the ground in a sprint. I just stood there and watched her run towards me through the sea of people like a lunatic until she reached me and threw
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