No Regrets {COMPLETED}
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Complete, First published Jul 15, 2014
Tapping my pencil on my desk, I wondered what it'd be like to become Reema for a day. Despite the fact that she's being abused by both herself and her parents to add on, but how it's be to be loved by Harry. Even though that Harry didn't ACTUALLY love her, but even being lied to my face being told that he loves me would be amazing. Don't get me wrong, but I kind of think it's pathetic at how she's saying she'll harm herself to death because of depression if he breaks up with her or even admits that he stays up all night just to text me. Why is she so addicted to Harry when it comes to him having female friends? I just wonder...

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