My Rant Of Grade 8
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π‡πžπšπ₯ 𝐌𝐞 || πŸπŸ–+ by ashluvfictionalmen
63 parts Ongoing Mature
Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in. When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light creeps in through the cracks, and for or a moment, the tunnel seems to have a way out, but what if it collapses before they make it? - "You saved my life." The words come out as a whisper, I've been dying to say that. I thank god every day that he came into my life when he did. "Fuck Vivian, you don't know how much I needed you." I tear up just a little as he speaks, I don't know the last time I cried happy tears. I bring my hands up to cup his cheeks, resting my forehead against his. "No matter how much I push, I don't mean it. Please don't give up on me." My words seem to relieve him in some way as I feel his shoulders relax. "Even when I'm gone, I'll be by your side, forever." He brings his hand, sticking his pinky out. "pinky promise."I wrap mine around his, placing a kiss on his lips. Warning before you read!! This is my first book! This book will contain topics of SA, eating disorders, and mature content, if any of these things may bother you in anyway, please scroll! I hope when I finish this book I can public a clean version, with a different perspective leaving out these topics, but for now, this is how i've envisioned this story to go! Enjoy -Ash🌸
π™Žπ™–π™©π™§π™–π™£π™œπ™– 𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 : π™Žπ™šπ™«π™šπ™£ π™¨π™©π™–π™œπ™šπ™¨ 𝙀𝙛 π™‘π™€π™«π™š by author_garima
16 parts Ongoing Mature
π‘Ίπ’‚π’•π’“π’‚π’π’ˆπ’‚ 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 π’Šπ’π’—π’Šπ’•π’†π’” π’šπ’π’– 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 π’„π’‚π’‘π’•π’Šπ’—π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‹π’π’–π’“π’π’†π’š π’•π’‰π’“π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 π’”π’•π’‚π’ˆπ’†π’” 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 π’”π’•π’π’“π’š π’Šπ’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’†π’π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’„π’π’π’π’†π’„π’•π’Šπ’π’ π’‘π’‚π’Šπ’π’•π’” 𝒂 π’—π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’… π’‘π’Šπ’„π’•π’–π’“π’† 𝒐𝒇 π’“π’π’Žπ’‚π’π’„π’†, π’…π’†π’”π’Šπ’“π’†, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 π’„π’π’π’π’†π’„π’•π’Šπ’π’π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’”. π‘­π’“π’π’Ž 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’•π’‰π’“π’Šπ’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’‘π’‚π’“π’Œ 𝒐𝒇 π‘¨π’•π’•π’“π’‚π’„π’•π’Šπ’π’ (𝑯𝒖𝒃𝒃) 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 π’…π’†π’—π’π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒐𝒇 π‘Ύπ’π’“π’”π’‰π’Šπ’‘ (𝑰𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕), 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’“π’Šπ’„π’‰ π’„π’π’Žπ’‘π’π’†π’™π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’–π’Žπ’‚π’ π’†π’Žπ’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”. 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 π‘°π’π’‡π’‚π’•π’–π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ (𝑼𝒏𝒔), π’†π’Žπ’ƒπ’“π’‚π’„π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒒𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’“π’Žπ’•π’‰ 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕), 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’π’‚π’—π’Šπ’ˆπ’‚π’•π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’π’†π’π’ˆπ’†π’” 𝒐𝒇 π‘Άπ’ƒπ’”π’†π’”π’”π’Šπ’π’ (𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏), π’„π’–π’π’Žπ’Šπ’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 π’•π’“π’‚π’π’”π’‡π’π’“π’Žπ’‚π’•
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22 parts Ongoing
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