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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Book One of Five in the New Beginnings Series. **You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories** #1 in bxb tag: 09/21/2024 #4 in friendstolovers tag: 9/21/2024 CYRUS PIERCE: I'm content in my almost soundless world. I prefer to live through the romance stories I weave and post online. Hardly anyone reads my books, even if they're free, but I do have one fan, and he's supported me since I started writing two years ago. Except, my writing started to take a depressing dive when I realized that you simply couldn't prevent nor protect your heart from falling for someone. For him. For the one who had no interest in me. When I fell in love with him, I thought we had a chance. It was an accident. Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong. He doesn't want me, and I wasn't supposed to have him. It didn't matter if he showed up in the bookstore every day, talking to everyone else except me. Nor did it matter at all because he didn't know sign language. He couldn't learn. We couldn't communicate. But after I go on a date and it ends in putrid disaster, he makes his appearance known, and he's angry. Then he's doing things for me that confuse me. My stories are filling up with pages of content, dreams that I want to come true, and my mystery commenter encourages me to continue-to reach my happiness. To take what I want. But the activities planned start sparking familiarity-like I lived it before, or maybe dreamed it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd written it before? My mind is spiraling, but I can't stop myself from getting closer and closer to him. I'm not supposed to have him, but my heart craves him. Sage Monroe, I'm in love with you, and I'm scared now because I have a feeling that you've been communicating with me in more ways than one.

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