Saphire

Saphire

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A new place. A place where she will meet someone. A place where she will learn love. A place where she will be happy. A place where she will also be FOUND. A secret she denied to live with. A secret she promised to bring to her death. A secret she run through every place she gets. Will love would be able to save her from her past? What love begets? #Vote #comment •unedited •misspelled words •bearwithmygrammar •mondayupdates READ!!!! I intend to have my stories to have its imaginary places, some names/places/countries might be familiar but do take note that I intend to not have it that way. ...so pleaseeeeee, if anything seems familiar or odd or unexisting places indicated just leave it be. I like whatever it is to stay that way. 👋
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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