My Fallen Angel

My Fallen Angel

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"It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can." - Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My entire life I've spent being put down. My family, my friends, and my boyfriend all took pleasure in seeing me suffer for being who I was. It got to the point where I stopped talking, stopped eating, and sadly stopped singing. And it took nine years and a Big Mac for me to leave, but now that I'm gone, I'm never going back. I just never expected my savior to come in the form of a green eyed, black haired man who told me I had so much more to live for. He had his own demons, but so did I, but we complimented each other, strangely enough. He was my heaven and he was my hell, my confident, my friend, my lover, my reason to keep pushing forward, but through it all he was my very own guardian angel.
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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

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