What does your happiness shape like? And will it change through out life? And if it does will it be similar to your usual happiness? And most importantly, does everyone have the same kind of happiness?
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Most of the characters are made up, they're not real, except some characters.
The place, school and climate were all researched, and was used for setting, therefore I don't know the place, I haven't been there, so that's why the story will not
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She hated them.
They loved her with everything in them.
The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child.
Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second.
That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her.
The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she.
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I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled.
If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic.
I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him.
"Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace.
He was it for me. But I wasn't his.