"Why'd you lie?" She whispered, tracing the outline of his face. He stared at his feet and a tiny tear fell from his face. "We'll never be able to be together." His stance was strong, his heart was weak. He gathered his strength and slowly walked onto the plane. Hello November, goodbye September.
DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content...
I never thought that I would meet them, much less fall in love with one. I never even stopped to think to myself, that one day, I would be walking the streets and see them. You could call it luck, But I call it fate.