Alpha Dylan
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  • LECTURES 1,540
  • Votes 206
  • Parties 15
  • Durée 59m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement févr. 12, 2019
"You're my only reason to live, you're my only reason to breathe, you're my only reason to smile, and you're the only reason that I keep going on, " He stares at me with love and worry in his eyes. I'm starstruck at his confession. 

"I love you, Opal, you have to stay with me okay?" He cups my cheek and wipes the single tear that escaped from my eye away. The pain in my chest growing harder. "You have to stay with me. Keep you eyes open, ".

With all my strength, I lean up and press our lips together. My consciousness slowly slipping away...

~•~

Warning: this was written 5 years ago by a cranky 14-year-old girl that didn't know WattPad or FanFiction.net existed so she wrote them on Notes.

I was reading through them and laughing at how cringe some of them was until I read this one. I thought I could maybe give it a try.

The writing I will give you is my 14-year-old self and I will update you when It's my 19-Year-Old self.

Until then, see you later.
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