Collide with Me Softly (Rewrite)

Collide with Me Softly (Rewrite)

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"I will tear down your walls, and demolish your defences. I will put an end to all witch craft, and there will be no more fortune-tellers." -Micah 5:11-12 Energy surrounds us all let it be negative vibrations that move the air when we curse the sky, or the light particles that carry our souls to the after life. Lylia Prim suffers from anxiety, resulting in uncontrollable panic attacks. She lives with her father, who isn't abusive all the time just when he's drunk, any other time he's the best father on the planet but he likes whiskey in his water. Much to her father's displeasure her aunt comes to visit and tells her a secret long past buried with her dead mother and whisks her back to the boy with shattered eyes, back to where her mother grew up and secrets wait around every corner. Adam Wess lives alone with his kid sister in the shadow of their parents death. His constant mood swings can't be helped just as his sister's romantic tendencies can't be stopped. At the age of 19 a face he never thought he'd see again appears again. Only to be seen running away from him. WARNING! This story contains: * domestic violence * witchcraft * some sexual content * foul language * substance abuse * rape
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