Memories Mistaken

Memories Mistaken

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#75 - strangers 15/11/18 Thorns of my past embedded in my soul and on my body. I could no longer remember who I was and my identity was mistaken. They said I was Alissa Merchant, a Brown University Graduate and a wife to Mr. Role Baxton. The pictures of us were everywhere depicting the kind of life with white picket fence and plush green oak tree backyard. The house where I lived with him, he proclaimed, was brimmed with jewels and joy. He confessed me on the hospital bed that he missed me and loved me with a glint in his brown eyes, staring at Alissa which made my body squirm, warning me something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong because I didn't feel like Alissa Merchant at all. Cover design: @glass_sword
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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

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