Mis palabras al cielo.

Mis palabras al cielo.

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adolescente amor carta cielo mejoramiga

-Mi linda Prior.- decías mientras me abrazabas.- No sé porqué te quiero tanto.¿Te cuento un secreto? eres mi Tris Prior de carne y hueso. Me lo sabia de memoria, lo decías siempre. Y quiera o no, eso se había convertido en mí sello. Pero Katie, lamento decirte esto... pero no soy como Tris Prior. Yo no soy fuerte, no sigo mis propios ideales, no lucho por lo que quiero y creo... y lo que mas me tiene alejada de ser como ella, es que yo ya me rendí... me rendí por completo. Sabes estuve leyendo en Internet y me he enterado de un mito; y el mito es asi: Si escribes una carta, la llevas al cementerio y la quemas sobre "el descanso eterno" de una persona, esa persona la leerá... ya sabes es un mito. Un mito que intentaré ... y sera contigo Katie. con mucho amor, tu mejor amiga por siempre. Emily

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I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...

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