Love, Asher

Love, Asher

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 1, 2018
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Romance
At 16 years old Amelia Krishna, lost her twin brother, Asher, to cancer and has not been able to move on since. At his funeral her mom gave her a notebook full of letters from him. A year later, Amelia's mom decides it's time for a change. They move to California in the early summer with their grandparents, hoping for a fresh start. Usually all the Cali kids in the summer are out at the beach surfing or getting tan, but Amelia stays in her room for the first month, still mourning over her brother's death. That is until her grandma introduces her to there neighbor Sky, who is a pro surfer. With him around she gets out of her shell and opens out. With a possible romance blossoming between them, how can she not feel guilty for moving on from her brother, to a new happier life? That would be what he wanted, right?
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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