His Shorty

" Life is short, and so am I "

Ray Chopra, there's nothing she can't do except reach the top shelf. She's always looking up, no, not just to maintain a good perspective on life but also cause she HAS to.

She was broken, shattered really, robbed early of the tape and glue necessary to put her soul back together. Her heart, poorly stapled shut, beated hard but without purpose, her skin stretched across her aching muscles like a worn canvas. Her mind was like a lost man at sea, desperate and starving for some reason to live. So she wore a mask of coping and normality started living with so much goodness, bravery and tenacity unknown to the lies sorrounding her.

Until Ayam..

It's remarkable How alike they are, both being cracked and damaged.

Seemingly not repairable..

With memories held within..

Being broken.

Will love flow through the veins of their broken hearts?

**WARNING: READ IN THE CONFINES OF YOUR OWN HOME DUE TO RANDOM OUTBURSTS OF LAUGHTER OR STREAM OF TEARS. IF YOU LIKE PEEING YOUR PANTS AND CRYING SO HARD AT THE SAME TIME, THEN PLEASE CONTINUE READING.

**Trigger warning

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