All of these were questions I had, the thing though about love that drives me madly insane is that I knew as soon as I looked at him. I would allow my questions to melt away. I knew he had a lot going on in life, his brother died. I felt selfish for only thinking of how I felt. Only if I could reverse the roles and it would have been me that died that day, instead of Elias. Did I cause him hurt, I thought to myself.
Unknowingly? I never intended to harm him.. I really wasn't there for him over these past months either, but I didn't know how to be there. He also wouldn't really let me be there for him! I came to the conclusion that I needed to talk to him, I needed to see him.. I needed to see where Frances and I stood and if we would even be able to pick up where we left off.
Could we pick up on a whole new chapter, was it possible to create a whole new story with the same characters? I was willing to try. I drug myself out of bed and trudged over to my vanity. I combed my tangled hair and placed it in a high ponytail.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
