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Thank you so much to @SparrowFlight For drawing this amazing cover! This book is basically about gay rights. WARNING: Contains minor suicidal actions My heart ached. Down I went, down the hill, no force to stop me. As I tumbled down nearing the edge, I saw her face leering over the edge. Emma pulled her away and walked back to the others; "C'mon, Liz, let's go." They went back to the group and all laughed. •• I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. Fear flowed through my veins as I felt it replacing the blood that was supposed to be there. My hand slid from my side to my head, feeling the warmth of my blood on it. I stood up. And I ran. I ran so fast, so far. I knew where I was going, it wasn't home. I arrived 45 minutes later at Adria's house, knocked, and passed out.
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I began to think, as one does when they don't know what the fuck their doing with their lives. Confused wasn't even half of it. Through it all I couldn't, for the life of me stop thinking of Nyx and her pretty hair and the way her eyes flicker with light when she looks at you, and dammit I couldn't help but cry because there was something so beautiful on this planet, something that seemed so pure and beautiful, here I was wanting to exploit it I wanted to touch her cheek and fucking cry because of her and how insane I felt over her. Knots in my chest, my tongue tied in my mouth, a blabbering baboon, a fucking child compared to her. Her her her her her her her her her. Nyx Nyx Nyx. She reminded me of cloudy days and heartbreak but it felt - No I felt and that's what made everything seem so impossible, I felt something for her and me running away like a coward did nothing for me. But at the same time running helped me in every way. I needed to run to hide, I wasn't ready to accept the fact that I fucking like Nyx like- like oh I don't know like - I've never liked anyone before and I was so god damned scared. A girl. A female. I liked a girl. The words felt like sour milk in my mouth as I said them out loud, indigestible.

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