Back To You

Back To You

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"You are avoiding me, aren't you? Jace Anderson said leaning closer. "N...no?" It came out more like a question than an answer. He came closer and now Clarie could feel his breath tingling her ear, he was close enough, beyond her comfort zone. Then he laughed. "Do I make you nervous?" Yes Clarie wanted to say it so bad but her lips won't allow her to. She thought she was being ridiculous being nervous around him. But she couldn't help it. He backed up enough to see her in the eye. Then he said, "Why are you running away from me? What happened?" This time it was her Jace. The Jace she knew. She took a deep breath and replied, "I am not! You were the one! You-" she pointed her finger at him, " left me! You were the one! Not me! The only best friend I ever had." "Had? I am still your best friend !" He burst out. "No! You are not, you lost that chance a long long time ago." With that Clarie Winters ran until she got out and cried. The tears which she held all those years, when she was lonely without him but things change and so do people.
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Our moms were best friends. There wasn't much more to it than that. Every holiday, vacation and weekend, I was forced to spend time with Jax and his family. When I was four years old and he drenched my favorite blouse in ketchup, Jax and I became arch enemies...and then - somehow - we became best friends. But like I said, there wasn't much more to it than that. Mostly. Okay, so of course I liked him a little. How could I not? Even though Jax was annoying at times, he was also funny, athletic, popular, and downright hot, and I was his nerdy little best friend. He was my protector, the one who rescued me countless times from countless threats. We shared more than just friendship... Until the death of Jax's mother. The grief drove a wedge between us, and only so much more grief would follow. But pain has a way of tearing people apart, only to force them back together again. That's what happened to us. And, unfortunately, the only way around pain is through it. Trigger Warning: This book contains references to physical abuse and sexual trauma. Please read cautiously, and remember to take care of yourself.

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