Foxgloves
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#243 on whyamiwritingthis .... Seriously, why am retiring this??? This is partly true, as I write from experience. Well, let's just say... It's not easy being a lesbian in a class full of homophobes... There is a lot of Hamilton references in here and if you don't understand them, then you can still read it, just a few lines won't make sense. Actually, it's now just a Hamilton fic, so if you don't like that, go away, go away, go away, go away...😅 Trigger Warnings: chapter 10 onwards cutting and almost/mentions of suicide. From Your dearest,,,,,,,, Miranda
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We Broke

But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected. -- Her parents dead. Everything she ever cared for, gone. She lives on the streets, shelter filled with people who want revenge. She's dangerous. Dangerous to even look at. She finds herself registering at a high-school. Broke, orphaned and lost. She's in trouble and she can't hide forever. High school seems like the most perfect place to hide. When the last shard of her past supposedly dies, there's no one to turn to. When she finds herself in captivity from someone she pissed off, she is saved by her tutor, Peter. Coincidentally, he has a similar past to hers. Together, they detangle themselves from the mess they are entangled in. Twists and turns strangle their necks, making it harder and harder to breathe. Life falls, and death rises. Holding onto that last shred of hope can be dangerous. When one of them is lost forever, the other mourns loudly but is unheard. But nothing will ever be enough.

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