Cactus
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With a cactus comes pricks. With pricks comes pain. So know this: Cactus may be beautiful, but touch her, and you'll get hurt for sure. ~ Cactus was once a ball of sunshine. Everything in her life seemingly perfect and her smile was ever permanent as a result. Somewhere along the way of Cactus' story something happens. Something internal caused from the external. No one seemed to notice the dramatic change in Cactus because it wasn't sudden. The ball of sunshine slowly transitioned into a dark cloud, just waiting for the storm to come. No longer was her smile permanent, her clothes bright, her thoughts happy. The only one who seemed to notice her smile disappearing, her clothes darkening, her thoughts unhappy, was a boy who'd been through it long before she. People like to say that two broken people can't fix each other, but when your pieces fit closer together then the actual puzzle, something beautiful is bound to come of it. (Extended summary inside:)
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We weren't in love. We were an inferno-ruthless, consuming, the kind of fire that left nothing but smoke and scars. Vikram was my first kiss, my first time, my first taste of forever. And he was the first boy who ever made me fear the way love could bruise. One look in his eyes and I saw my father's madness staring back at me. So I did the only thing I could-I ripped us apart before he could ruin me too. But Vikram never let me walk away clean. He made sure I bled for it. He fucked his way through half the class, made me watch him turn cruel, made me choke on the ashes of what we used to be. He made me watch him become everything I hated. And still, I loved him like a fool. Still, I gave him one rule-don't touch her. The girl who made my life a living hell. The one betrayal that would cut me deeper than all the rest. And he did it anyway. That was the day I buried whatever soft, stupid love I had left for him. That was the day I decided Vikram Chauhan could burn alone. Now he's back in my life. Older. Colder. Dangerous in ways even he wasn't before. And he's looking at me like I'm still his, like the years and the ruin mean nothing. But he doesn't get to set me on fire twice. Too bad, Vikram. This time, it's not happening.

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