Francena Nakamura never expected that, for the usage of her senior year, she'll be helping Julian Dean - star captain of the soccer team and her ex-crush - find her old pseudonym, Miss Incomplete.
Never did she expect, that in the process, she'll f...
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I've officialise my playlist for Miss Incomplete. It's not completed—if I run across more sounds that relates back to this story, I'll continue to add. They're not soft-melody type of songs; it's a mixed culture of folk, indie, pop, r&b, hip-hop and such. my music taste is quite vague (except for country. i can't deal with that one). overall, this is your sneak peek. if you want to listen, Spotify has decided it was a smart idea to get rid of usernames (created now) so, Ive added the link to my profile under my social medias. I've planned it out all from the ending type of vibes to the beginning—some songs you'll run to now, you'll be confused as to why they're there. it will all connect soon.
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That broke me.
I broke down into another layers of tears, now containing harsher hiccups and shallow breathing. Julian tightens his grip around me as I return the gesture, holding onto him like he was my lifeline. My head digging into his shoulder, crying. His hand found their way to the back of my head, stroking my hair in an effect to calm—and it worked.
"You're okay, you're okay," he hums quietly, probably hoping to tame my breathing pattern before I resort back into another asthma attack. His calming gesture works; stroking my hair in light, faint touch as he breathes sweet nothing into my ear.
"I–I'm sorry," I said through a hiccup, drowning myself in blame. I take all of it. Everything. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," his grip on me never loosens as he provides a sense of warmth—of love—around my body. "It's okay."
