This might be a real thing between us

This might be a real thing between us

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I'll introduce myself, Hi! My name is... what you want it to be... I will talk about my present... I'll talk about now. I know you might remember a past from my life but... this is not a continue... it's my new beginning... With a new experience... A new feeling... A new me (NM for short)... (If you were wondering: No, you don't need to read the previous story to know something about this since as mentioned earlier... it's a new beginning.) I guess this new experience wasn't as I expected. That innocence from my brain has left me. Now I get it, now I understand. And I've grown from all of it. Now I know our "forever was a dare from the universe" not a truth. (I honestly hope I can someday forget about you and never even recall ever loving you, I hope someday you rot in my memory just like all of my childhood harsh memories have. I hope one day you're gone from my brain and my past so I wrote this book to clean my memory and NEVER REREAD THIS BOOK AGAIN like a closed door to that "rotten memory").
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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