I knew Charlotte’s face better than my own—the familiar curve of her lively smile, her strong jaw, etched in my memory like stone on a sculpture. Freckles dotted her sun-kissed skin like tiny constellations, tracing patterns now famous in the night sky. Her dark eyes held a quiet mystery in the shadows, but in sunlight, they glowed—a blend of green and honey, with flecks of gold hidden in shades of brown. Her laughter echoed in my mind, like a melody, familiar and unwavering. She was both my comfort and my map, guiding me through even the darkest moments.

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Sorry if this is really cringe. I haven’t been writing and I felt like I needed to do a prompt.