Mad Love (The Script//Danny O'Donoghue fanfic)

Mad Love (The Script//Danny O'Donoghue fanfic)

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My name is Ava and I'm 25 years old. Honestly, I've had a pretty shitty life so far. My family moved around a lot because if work, so I never had the time to find real friends. Then my parents divorced and lived in different countries. So ever since my 10th birthday, I've lived in Chicago with my dad in the summer and then in London with my mum for the school year. I somehow was never lucky when it came to love. Too many broken hearts to bear. Then when my dad died last August, I thought I couldn't take it anymore. But there was one thing that has kept me going all these years...music. Especially The Script's music. I've never had the money to see them live, but now I finally can. After 12 long years I can finally see them.
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Haunted by the mantra "I'm nobody," I echoed these words in my mind, feeling as though my entire existence revolved around catering to the happiness of others. Despite having friends, a constant undercurrent of self-doubt lingered, as if I were an anchor holding them back. In the shadow of my brother Adam's fame with the renowned band Three Days Grace, I was the family's black sheep, an outcast in our town. My academic prowess and hardworking nature seemed to count for naught, dismissed by my father as failure. Even my past relationship revealed a cruel truth - I was a mere experiment for my ex-boyfriend's infidelity. While my brother Adam basked in the heroics of our town, I felt cast aside, deemed a potential threat to other teens and shunned like a contagious disease. Despite my pleas for help falling on deaf ears for years, my existence seemed insignificant, unnoticed. The reflection in the mirror, one last look before I just contemplated ending it all, reflected a soul weary of pleasing others at the cost of my own emotions. With black lipstick, I scrawled a poignant question on the mirror: "Are you happy?" In the final, desperate act, as I pushed myself to the brink, a rush of relief mingled with the pain. Yet, as I succumbed to the darkness, a familiar voice called my name, disrupting the silence. Awakening to a hospital room, my feet tied to the bed, a blond-haired, blue-eyed figure lay by my side, a silent sentinel. Even in my darkest moment, he defied my wishes, standing vigil over the remnants of a life I sought to escape. The tangled web of emotions unfolds as I grapple with the unexpected second chance, questioning whether the bonds of love and resilience can conquer the shadows that once consumed me.

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