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#1 in Teen Fiction - 26.03.2020 #10 in Romance - 04.10.2020 #1 in Unrequited - 21.02.2020 #1 in LoveTriangle - 01.01.2020 # 14 in Angst - 20.20.2020 Loving someone who doesn't love you is hard... But watching someone you love, fall in love with someone else, is harder... Serena was waiting for the moment that Liam would notice her. She was his neighbour since he'd moved into the house across from her, and she's been in love with him since he crashed his bike outside her house. What she didn't expect was that the moment Liam said the words "Hey, Neighbour", he was about to shatter her heart into pieces... *** *Requires Some Major Editing (hopefully I'll get to eventually) and Also Contains Some Swearing*
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It starts fast-like lightning striking dry earth. What begins as a spark becomes a fire neither of them can contain. It's the kind of love that keeps you up at night, wide-eyed and breathless, not out of fear, but because you can't bear to miss a single moment. It bruises the heart in places no one sees, but never breaks it-never harms it. Just leaves fingerprints, soft and lingering. Leaving would be easier if love ever truly left. But it doesn't. It lingers in the walls, in the sheets, in the silence between words. One heart clings to memory, loving what was. The other leans into the unknown, loving what might be. And somewhere in between, love becomes a duty-an unspoken promise, heavy and unshakable. All she wants is quiet now. Not the silence of loneliness, but the stillness of peace. A place where her heart doesn't have to choose between two kinds of love-only rest in the safety of her own.

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