Cara Black's life was twisted. In shambles. She was stranded. Left picking up broken pieces and sweeping the streets in her mind clear of the debris left by those who left her behind. It was exhausting and lonely. An excruciating process, but one she'd gotten used to.
Get to know someone, promise yourself not to get attached, get attached, watch them leave you helpless, pick yourself up and start again, with the foolish hopes that maybe the next one will be different, repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
As a result she'd become independent. She needed no one and no one needed her. It worked better that way for her.
Or so she told herself.
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This is an excerpt I thought of a while ago. I haven't ever used it in a story yet, maybe I will... Please don't steal my material! And leave a vote/comment!
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