Something Only We Know ✔️
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Love is not an open door.
Love is not a game.
Love is not a fairytale.
When the game of love leaves seventeen year old Serena Waltz heartbroken, betrayed and almost dead, life offers her another chance to begin again.
But under one fatal condition:
That is never to fall in love, again.
In a new neighborhood miles away from home, concealing her identity by disguising herself as a dork, Serena determines to lead a quiet, simple life unharmed by her dark past.
That is exactly what she wanted.
Until she meets Adrian.
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I haven't met anyone like her. I can see her falling for me, but then she stands back, her shield and armor by her side.
She is afraid of herself.
She doesn't want me in her life.
She is the type that just disappears.
"Don't expect anything from me," she says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I'm just a wind that passes by. I can't be anything more."
Fine. Let me be gone with that wind.
No reasons. No issues. No explanations.
"Please. Just stay a little bit longer." I plead.
Her eyes meet up with mine, clearly showing curiosity.
"Why?"
"You know what? When you're with me, I'm beginning to feel a heart beating in my empty chest for the first time in my life."
And I don't want that feeling to end.
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~GoldenCalypso
WARNING: This story contains mature scenes and language. Enter at your own risk.
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