The Things We Missed
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Last published Thu, Jul 13, 2017
||"Every time we were together, it felt like he was breathing life into my lungs."||
Dakota has spiralled out of control. Without a solid home, she has known nothing but chaos in her life. Nowadays she no longer cares about the rules, especially not those made by her parents.
When she meets West, a boy plagued by his own family situation, they're in for feelings neither of them ever felt before. Will they overcome their problems together, or will the two spiral out of control even more?
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"So what's holding you back, then?" he smirked, his eyes gleaming in amusement.
"I either trust people too much or I don't trust them at all," I replied, narrowing my eyes at him. "I'm not sure which one you are yet."
"Let's put me through the test, then." He reasoned, holding his hand out to me.
He slightly lowered himself to look me in the eyes and tucked his other hand under his armpit, confidence radiating off him. "I have all night, Kota."
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