Prologue

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I have always been a victim of one of the most torturous events that could happen to a person; unrequited love, the one sided love affair, the crushing but never crushed on. Why was I surprised when I have fallen underneath this category again? Thoughts of HIM burrowing themselves into my brain, floating through my bloodstream, strangling my heart. Mentally cursing myself for allowing this to happen again. No matter what I do everything seems to lead back to him.
Ambrose Cooper, even his name sends my stomach into knots. His soulful green eyes and short wavy brown hair would make any girl week in the knees, not to mention the biggest, brightest smile I have ever seen.
I realise I must seem like a pubescent school girl with racing hormones thinking like this, especially as what society would call an "adult". 19 years old and still can't become the feminist that every woman wants to achieve in a life time. Being strong and able to take control of a situation, even if that situation is making the first move.
I think I've debated this with myself over a thousand times. I bloody hate myself for not having the courage to even look at him if he wanders in my direction. If only I could channel that Bridget Jones flirty-ness. Lord knows I've got the awkwardness of her.
I feel as though, I, Vera Sutton, need to pledge to myself that I will try my best to not be an incompetent, gawky girl who stumbles over words, and her own two feet when trying to be serious and to not make up things in my head which I KNOW will never happen in the first place, but continue to freak me out for a further week.
Time to unlock that woman inside who can actually make a decision, at least, I think it's a good idea.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 06, 2020 ⏰

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