a d d i c t i o n
Her freckles scattered across her nose to her cheeks, like stars scatter across the evening sky.
Her soft pink lips pulled into a gentle smile, one that was unforgettable, burning into the back of your mind.
Her eyes were a light emerald colour, the shade of the pastel green found in only the most renounned paintings.
Her skin like fresh fallen snow, so soft you could worry about the poisoned apple that would be given to this every day princess.
But a poisoned apple would be the least of your worries.
Because she was a drug.
And I was addicted.