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Intro. Twin sisters, but opposite worlds. This is how they were always described, as if the shared blood were a cosmic irony. Grace was spring made person: sweet, delicate, soft as a warm breeze. His grades were impeccable, his smile lit up rooms, and his life seemed like a script written by someone with too much faith in happy endings. He wore pastels, collected praise effortlessly, and every step he took was celebrated as if it were worthy of applause. She was the kind of girl who didn't need to make an effort to be liked. It just was. \[Your name\], on the other hand, was a storm. Free, intense, uncontrollable. Where Grace saw flowers, she saw ashes. Where Grace chose pink, she wore black. Her presence did not go unnoticed because she defied every expectation that others had about how a young lady should behave. There was something about her that repelled and attracted at the same time: an aura of danger wrapped in a silence that screamed loudly.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes
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Intro. Twin sisters, but opposite worlds. This is how they were always described, as if the shared blood were a cosmic irony. Grace was spring made person: sweet, delicate, soft as a warm breeze. His grades were impeccable, his smile lit up rooms, and his life seemed like a script written by someone with too much faith in happy endings. He wore pastels, collected praise effortlessly, and every step he took was celebrated as if it were worthy of applause. She was the kind of girl who didn't need to make an effort to be liked. It just was. \[Your name\], on the other hand, was a storm. Free, intense, uncontrollable. Where Grace saw flowers, she saw ashes. Where Grace chose pink, she wore black. Her presence did not go unnoticed because she defied every expectation that others had about how a young lady should behave. There was something about her that repelled and attracted at the same time: an aura of danger wrapped in a silence that screamed loudly.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes