Let Me Paint Your World

Let Me Paint Your World

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AU where everyone sees in black and white until you meet your soulmate. Everyone has their soulmates last words on their left wrist, and their first words on their right. Slowly after you meet them your world starts to gain color, but when your soulmate dies everything goes back to black and white, and the words fade away. Emilia thought that her soulmates last words were strange, but her first words to her were even stranger. Emilia isn't gay, she can't be, she won't be, until.... she met HER. Laura just moved in next door to Emilia, and their first meeting was absolutely mortifying and the best thing that would ever happen to either of them. -(*EXTREMLY SLOW UPDATES*)- -(Hopefully my chapters will be long and as will my book)- -(So this might move a little fast at first, but it doesn't really keep its happy tone soo.)- Yeah
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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