The Art Of Loving.

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Persephone's POV. "Hi, I'm Lizbeth" She smiles. I recognize the redhead as the one we saw at Damien's lake, who was meeting with her lover. Although I did not get the chance to study her face back then because Damien teleported immediately he was back. She's gorgeous. Like literally. Her gunmetal blue eyes that make her pale complexion pop out. Her chestnut brown hair that is so long, it almost reaches the back of her knees, making me wonder if she always goes around with it down like that. Doesn't it get tangled up with something else sometimes? Looks like so much work, but gorgeous anyway. Honestly, looking at her like this, I cannot blame Lyric for having feelings for her. Fuck, who wouldn't?! I give her a small smile, mirroring hers and lift my hand to shake her outstretched one

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