Mi FANTASMA

Mi FANTASMA

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Romance
Hay puntos en la vida en los que cometemos muchos errores y por más que queramos enmendarlos ya es imposible. Mi nombre es Aurora, vivía con mis padres en el estado de Texas, era una niña feliz, amante del piano y con muchos sueños. De repente, sin avisar, las cosas cambiaron y me mude con mi padre a una nueva ciudad. Ingenuamente creí que podría ocultar mi pasado si simplemente jamás lo mencionaba, pero es ahí cuando la vida te pone pruebas y personas en el camino para recordarte a cada momento eso que intentas olvidar. Ian, pronto me hará ver que mis problemas no son lo más importante, que la vida es para disfrutarse. Ian es mi salvación sin importar lo perdido que está él. Nunca he tenido nada verdadero en mi vida y de lo único de lo que puedo estar segura ahora es que Ian y yo, somos los eternos fantasmas de lo que una vez fuimos.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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