It was the most wonderful night, a period of reflection accompanied by a stunning city view, and the beginning of the end. Last prom. Senior prom. And during the prom I felt so much, getting into a fight and wanting to cry my eyes out but also ending the night dancing with an electric energy. It hurts to realize how fickle love can be. It is like a beautiful, vapid Hetty Sorrel who leaves one with nothing concrete to count for in the end. But the problem with this girl is her irresistible beauty. How can one turn down euphoria and passion and laughter and warmth?
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