El vuelo de un gorrión

El vuelo de un gorrión

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La mente es como el cielo, es infinito. De vez en cuando hay gaviotas que salen de su nido, traen pensamientos negativos, y causan lluvias. Lluvias que, aunque nacen aparentemente de los ojos, son causadas realmente por esas gaviotas que pican las nubes llenas de pensamientos y recuerdos. El tiempo trae las lluvias, es inevitable, pero no incontrolable, solo la persona propietaria de este cielo puede determinar el tiempo que durará la tormenta. El sol es la respuesta, es una caja que solo se puede abrir con un acertijo que solo algunos saben resolver. Esta caja contiene otro tipo de aves, estas son buenas, reparan los daños de las gaviotas. Consiguen tapar la entrada de más pensamientos inútiles, como los que dicen que tener la cabeza llena de pájaros es malo... La próxima vez que uno de estos pensamientos intente entrar, los pájaros contestarán por ti diciendo: "Todos tenemos pájaros en la cabeza, pero no todos saben liberar los adecuados"
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"Fuck." He whispers into my neck, sending a thrill of excitement through my body. His lips still smothered kisses over my neck and his hands roamed my body, starting at my chest, going down to my stomach. Caressing my soft skin, his thumb trailed circles on my groin before slightly slipping into the waistband of my jeans. My breath catches in my throat as I pull at the hoodie that covered his chiselled body. Understanding, Jacob pulls it off in one swift movement before attaching his lips back on my neck. Sucking and biting it before flicking his tongue over the sore spot. A quiet moan leaves my mouth and I clasp my hand over it, denying any noise to escape. "You drive me fucking crazy, Aria." ---------------------------- Aria Bailey finds it hard to fit in. Her parents are always busy and never have time for her. She lives alone at her family home and has top grades in all of her classes. But being a 17 year old friendless nerd comes with its disadvantages. The bullying gets worse every single day, driving her to self harm and suicidal thoughts. Aria learns more about popular boy, Jacob Rickson and starts developing feelings for the well known 18 year old. Jacob helps her come out of her shell and learn to be more comfortable and confident. Aria has to make a tough decision by choosing if she would rather be with Jacob and be bullied by her mind for eternity, or to leave and be left alone, exactly how she wants to be. -Strangers to lovers -Right person, wrong time

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