There is an Arctic Monkeys song called Piledriver Waltz.
There is a line in that song that has always stuck with me;
"You look like you've been for breakfast at the Heartbreak Hotel."
I'm not sure if you know this song or if these lyrics mean anything to you, (but if you're looking for something to listen to... I definitely recommend).
Anyways, when I thought of the plot for this story I wanted the title to be "Heartbreak Cafe." Which, let's be honest, just doesn't go. So my wonderful friend, chelseamaih (who thanks to her, this story has beautiful covers!), and I spent some time looking for a name. And that is how we found Crepacuore, which is Italian for Heartbreak.
Thank you to everyone reading this story, I hope that maybe it'll change something for someone, one day.
Thank you also to chelseamaih for the covers and everything you have done/ doing for this. Forever grateful!
And of course, thank you to my support, my family and friends, who inspire me everyday.
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Crepacuore Cafe
Teen FictionJackie's whole life is uprooted when she has to move from the big city to a little old town. She gets a job at the local coffee shop, where she hears people's stories and in the process she discovers her own. She meets a boy, but will she stay for h...
