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The young man standing in front of me was undeniably handsome - sharp cheekbones, smooth jaw, eyes the color of a clear morning sky - but that wasn’t what made my lungs stop working.
It was his hair.
Silky, long strands of silver, falling over his shoulders like threads of moonlight.
Silver.
My heart skipped.
In nineteen years of my life, I had known only two people with hair like that.
My mother.
And me.
Silver hair wasn’ ...
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