Save Me - Trixya.

"Stay!" I grabbed his arm as he turned to leave. "Please." In all honesty there was a part of me that wanted him to say no. My mind was split into two parts.

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"Stay! Please." I found myself repeating him.

"I wasn't leaving. I'm just getting you some dry clothes." The person in the room said before leaving my side and retuning moment later.

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Cover is original broken art. Instagram in my bio.

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There's smut, drug use, cuteness, swearing excessively, heartbreak (unfortunately I also now have to add death (and a very large nod to suicide and suicidal thoughts(and rape.....))) and probs more that I have forgotten. Be careful.
THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING FOR MOST TRIGGERS!

I encourage you to engage with the story. Comment your opinions, jokes or correct my typos. Or just say 'I... just farted.' I will normally respond.

I also realise the timeline is fucked.

And that I'm a bad author who does't care for the readers feelings. Sorry bout it.