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Resolutions | Carol by wasp-enterprises
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(A fanfic sequel of the movie adaptation of Carol, staring Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara) (Sexual Content) Carol had once chose Therese, from a crowd of many, all of the women she could have had she chose Therese. Time had passed and secrets had unfolded. Now Therese chose her, but she must be prepared for the events of Carol's life. Their biggest endeavour is assumed to be living together, but when animosity rises they both must face it, together. Following from the ending of the movie, discover who people truly are. Friendships are born, trust is broken and relations may perish in exposition.
Carol oneshots by Amber_Sweets
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The movie and book destroyed me. This is now my therapy. This will mostly be movie based but with some details from the book Credits go to the writer and producers of Carol/The Price of Salt
Carol- what came after by cati3s
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This book is supposed to be kind of a continuation of the movie Carol (2015) with Carol Aird (Cate Blanchett) and Therese Believe (Rooney Mara). Set in New York, in the 50s, right after Carol declared Therese her love. This is my first (English) published book, so I'm open to criticism etc.! Enjoy reading!
When Walls Fall by olderwomen4me
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Dr Alexandria Byrne had once believed that tenderness was a kind of safety. A shelter. A promise. Then someone she loved broke that promise, and the aftershocks hollowed her out in ways she still couldn't speak of. Now, years later, she carried herself with the calm precision of someone who could not afford softness again. Her voice clipped, her posture immaculate, her emotions tucked away as neatly as the papers on her desk. Her colleagues called her distant. Students called her cold. But she called it survival. She never imagined the girl who would unravel all of it had already stepped onto campus-heart bruised, hands trembling, carrying a grief heavier than her rucksack. They would meet in a storm, though neither knew it yet.