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Unmuted
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I inhale a shaky breath and his eyes finally meet mine. "You're nervous," he says against the warmth of the room. "Are you going to kiss me?" I ask him in a whisper. He tilts his head to the side as a small beautiful smile plays on his lips. "I was thinking about it." A sweet pain rings through my body, as I absorb his words. My fists at his side ball up tighter. *** She loves him, he knows. He loves her, she can't know. She's perfect. She has to be. The perfect daughter, the perfect violinist, the perfect everything. The only thing that's not perfect in her life, is her best friend Jordan. Jordan has got to be the least perfect guy on the planet, and she loves him that way, really. But years later she has to live with the consequences of Jordan's imperfections. After, being checked out of the mental hospital, that she did not belong in, this young girl has to figure out a way to function in the real world again. It's been four years since she's been wrongly accused of attempting to murder her best friend's' fiancee. She's thrown back into the spin of the outside world, not knowing what comes next. She's forced to live with a man that she's never met before, who promises to take care of her. She doesn't know whether to trust him since the last guy she trusted allowed her to be convicted of a crime he knew she did not commit. She falls for him, slowly but surely. But soon she finds that she's not the only one withholding secrets either. What is she to do when she's put in a similar situation she was in four years ago? Should she stay, or should she go? Copyright © 2014 by Rhode Dena
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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