Supercharged
Everything about her was electric.
Everything about her was electric.
The way her eyes glittered could have lit up a city.Her anger was like a bolt of lightning.Her smile was charged with a thousand watts to stop your heart.Her love was a circuit you could never break out of and she had a short fuse that would bite if you held on too tight.Her brain was an electron, always moving, never pausing.Her soul was full of light, a million sparking volts that could never be contained.Her very being pulled you in.
Right up until the very end, she was electric.
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Liz Shannon
Student. Fangirl. Aspiring screenwriter.
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