Forlorn

Forlorn

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Romance
Claudine Forlorn Dominique, a 20 year old living on her own in Florida. How did she get there? An incident that took away her memory, and her mom. I guess you could say she can remember, only a few things yes but not the whole thing. Only parts of them, such as remembering that theatres exist but never recalling ever being there. With no family to go to, no guardian to guide her, she's totally on her own. Its like handing a clueless child a calculator. Maybe this could be seen as a second chance, but how could she use this second chance if she never knew what she did wrong in the past life? She'll fall in love. Get her heart broken. Move on. Who knows she might do the things she did before without realizing. Make mistakes that were already made. Maybe thats just the way it should be. After all, life's filled with mysteries that are yet to be revealed.
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Twelve years ago, he drove away with my heart in his hands. I've moved on since then. Or so I thought. Growing up in a small town, there weren't too many options when it came to friends. But, even in a sea of a million, I'd always choose Jake Jameson. I felt safe with him. Safe with my secrets, my dreams and eventually - my heart. I thought we'd have forever together. That was a long time ago. I thought I'd forgotten those piercing blue eyes and the sound of his laugh. I tried to obliterate the memory of his touch from my mind. But, one single glance, as he stands at my door, twelve years later, and I'm suddenly transported back to a simpler time when love was easy, and my heart was whole. The problem? I'm marrying his best friend.

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