I opened my notebook, took out the pen and started to write "What are you doing?" - He asks me, I lift my gaze, his intense gaze runs throughout my body, was it possible to love someone so much? Why I loved him so much that sometimes it hurt to know that this man had me in his hands and vice versa. It was a love worthy of appearing on movie screens even in some book.
We had fought so hard to be together that nothing could destroy him.
"The trust of the innocent is the most useful tool of the liar"
-Stephen King
I wish Stephen King was wrong
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Teen FictionStarsy is a girl who has gone through many things, lost the two people she loved more than ever and now has to fight to keep going and be strong, it will not be easy, she still has emotional problems. Her mother wants to help her so she decides to s...
