I use to think that death was something you could easily get over. Turns out its not. I learned that the hard way. I thought it was easy because everyone goes through it. Being born and then when you hit a certain age you can start living; and when your time is up you die.
I forgot about the the feelings that death brings to a person when it has taken someone you so dearly loved. It hurts like hell knowing I couldn't save him or at least say goodbye.
I could have done something to prevent his death but I chose not to. I stood there like a coward and watched him die. I had no choice but to. I basically murdered him. The man who raised me and taught me right from wrong. Who protected me from all the bad things in the world is gone. And I'll never be able to see him again
My name is Mary Belle adams and I'm 22 years old and a victim to a messed up love story.
"Everyone has there own story and this is mine."
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Anyways this is my first story and I hope you guys enjoy it.
Lots of love😘
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Teen FictionDeath isnt easy. Neither is living. What happens when two completely different people fall in love and then something tragic happens? Mary and Ben have a long way to go before they reach their own kind of perfect. This book is based on a dream I had...
