Imperfectionist (Coming soon)

Imperfectionist (Coming soon)

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When it comes to predicting the future of falling in love and ending up broken hearted is one of Elizabeth Lodge's thing. Makes the worst decisions of her life and at the end of the road, she regrets everything. Making something out of nothing is one of her experties but falling in love isn't one of them, it is the only thing that is way out of her league. Her life is like survivng a holocaust, after the traumatizing experiences she've been through, she finds herself falling for something new. Just like a piece of art that was meant to mean something which exactly, art isn't suppose to mean something at all. She was an Imperfectionist, for both creating art and love.
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She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

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