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Marcel and Annabel are exactly thirteen minutes and twenty-one seconds apart from each other. Since birth, they have been there for one another through hardships, tradgedies, and revelations. Together they've faced their greatest fears, but is Marcel's yet to be discovered? What happens when Annabel realizes that they can't be together every moment for the rest of their lives, and decides to break away before the bod gets too strong? Will Marcel be broken beyond repair?

[completed] A bright sunny afternoon . When a certain Orange Icon grabs your attention . That was all that took to flip my world upside down ......

" Hey, Styles!" One of the jocks from across the field shouts, making the curly headed boy turn his head to where the voice was coming from. " Ha, nevermind! I forgot you can't see shit, what a loser the blind kid is." The guy laughs. as his friends pat him on the back, howling with laughter. Harry just shakes his head, frowning, head down, as he leans against the tree. I walk over to him and sit down. " Hey." I say, smiling. " What, are you going to make fun of me too?" He scowls, keeping his head down, his dark glasses hitting the brim of his nose. " No...I would do that if I had no life, but in this case I do. I'm Georgie." I put my hand on his shoulder. ( THIS STORY IDEA BELONGS TO @bedsheets! GO FOLLOW HER ! THIS COVER WAS MADE BY HER ALSO GO CHECK OUT HER COVER REQUEST BOOK OR PREMADE COVERS!)

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I never imagined I'd be lying here, in this cold hard bed, waiting to die with so many regrets. I'm so selfish; I did this to help him, not me, and yet here I am wishing I could take it all back. Wishing that, just for a moment, I could be happy again. The kind of happy that he made me. He's the only one who can fix what's broken inside of me now...but there's just not enough time.

Harry's voice crippled me. The sound was deep, husky, and pleading as he begged for forgiveness he knew I wouldnt give. I shook my head once more but refused to give into the tears. Crying was easy. There was no skill to it...nothing to be mastered. It was just some hideous action that proved how pathetic you were. It was for that reason that I hated the futile action and instead sat there cold and emotionless. I think it was then that Harry realized exactly what I was about to do. He was too accustomed to my antics; he knew me like the back of his hand despite how much I tried to distance myself. The boy had a way of gaining people's trust. He could find the key to any door I hid behind...except for one. Finally the pleading went away and was replaced by desperation. "Please just talk to me Savannah. Say anything. Scream at me, tell me how much you hate me, just...just say anything!" I just stared at him with the same dead expression I had been carrying for some time. He shook his curly-haired head; sad and partly frustrated. "You make things so bloody difficult sometimes. I'm begging you to just open up to me...please baby...otherwise we're lost." I shook my head and prepared myself to run. "I guess we're lost then. Goodbye Harry."

Harry has bad jokes. ↳ all hilarious right reserved copyright © looselaces [abbey and sam productions] if you copy this story or any of our ideas that we write in this book, that's called plagiarism and you will have to deal with the wrath of abbey and sam ♡

The names Bay also short for Baylee Marshall, the girl from the large city and bright lights of Las Vegas. With the work line I'm involved in friends and family are not needed. Anyways I'm easily judged but who are you to say you know me, I'm here to tell you my story from the beginning when I was still the little innocent 17 year old. Ready for her future her positive perspective of life. Now that's all gone and I'm still the 17 year old just forget about the innocent. Anyway I guess I'm going to tell you all and everything there is to me and my not so pleasant future.

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