My Name Is...

My Name Is...

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This is a short story and a work of fiction. This could be triggering to some people, so either read it or don't that choice is up to you. Here's a brief description: My name was Emerson Herondale. Life isn't also my strongest suit and I fail at it constantly. Leaving my mental sanity a mess. When I was eighteen I had a complete mental break down. And I tried to commit suicide. I overcame it and I made it to 26. But one day I couldn't handle it anymore. My name is Oliver, her boyfriend. The one who found her. I was going to propose to her that night. My name is Natalia, her best friend. I found Oliver. I now have a puppy that should have been theirs. My name is... and this is how the story is connected. Suicide affects more than one person. You are never alone... Suicide Hotline- 1-800-273-8255. "If you're thinking about suicide, are worried about a friend or loved one, or would like emotional support, the Lifeline network is available 24/7 across the United States."
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Life feels empty to Wren. Her sister and mother want nothing to do with her. Nothing feels like anything, until she meets Rook. In Rook's arms the world seems right, but what happens if she never lets him in....and what happens if Rook were to disappear... ~~~ He looks back at me, watching me study him. I look away, its now my turn to study the horizon. I can feel heat blooming on my cheeks and I can feel his eyes taking in every bit of my face. I feel his finger softly touch my cheek. I jump a little, and he lowers his hand. "Sorry" He says softly, I can see his guard going back up. "No its fine-I just....wasn't expecting it." I say, swallowing. Did I really just say that? What was wrong with me.... Suddenly I had this urge to take his hand and put it back on my cheek. I flushed at the thought. This was getting so awkward. I looked up at him. His eyes seemed cold, calculating. I couldn't say I liked this, but then his eyes softened, and the unimaginable happened. His hand materialized, tucking a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. He was so focused on the strand, but then his focus spread to my eyes, the look in his eyes. Jesus, I'm going to melt. He was looking at me like his universe surrounded me, like I knew the answers, like I could fix his cracks. The worst part was....I could see the exact same on his face as he could see on mine. ~~~ #2 in military #827 in anxiety #22 in separated

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