What We Seek

What We Seek

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This isn't a story for helpless romantic. Not of cheesy words or impressive love poems. So if that's what you seek, then stay away. But it's still a story of love, or trying to find it to be more accurate. A story about a diffrent kind of love that we all desperately want but not all of us get. Not everyone was gifted with an easy life, but we all still fight for what we think we are worthy of. This, is a story of hope, gratitude and gratfulness in a place even dreams are sometimes too out of reach, A story of life. __________________ Thank you for reading, please note that this is my very first book and I still yet to decide on the plot, so please don't judge me too hard Comments and votes are welcomed, Constructive criticism is favored And covers help is desperately needed So if you got any of that, you got my thanks
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Delilah moves from New York to a school where the fake popular kids claim her as their own. Making it impossible to make real friends. It isn't until she gets partnered with the mute boy for an assignment that she finally makes a real connection. She makes it her mission to get to now him. Although he doesn't want to be known. He's scared that once she gets to know him she'll leave like everyone else. But what they both don't expect is that music has a way of bringing people together. This book is a dual POV. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That's incredible. You're incredible." My eyes widen and I look into her eyes again. A blush makes a way to her face and I can tell she didn't mean to say that last part out loud. But she did. And I can't stop myself from taking what she said to heart. It's been a long time since anyone has said anything remotely close to that to me. I can't let it get to me. I can't get used to it. Being hopeful. The higher you rise, the farther you fall. "Do you think you could make a song I can sing to?" She asks me timidly. I hesitate to say no. If I say no then she might spiral again. This is her hope. Her light to the darkness. She finally has something to look forward to and to distract her. As I mull over it I see the hope in her eyes dwindle. She doesn't expect me to say yes. "Okay," I whisper.

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