to be happy.

to be happy.

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some stories start off sad, but end happily. some stories are joyful and happy from start to finish. but then, there are stories like mine. stories that were never happy to begin with. and don't end happily either. - all lacuna ever wanted to do, was be genuinely happy. stuck in poverty and constantly suffocating in loneliness, lacuna is tired of trying to find happiness. but, one day, valentine spots lacuna. in his eyes, she was the most beautiful, exotic thing he had ever seen. he was immediately infatuated with her. so, he did what any man in his position would do. he pursued her. little did lacuna know, her falling into his trap would leave them both damaged and heartbroken. WARNING. THIS STORY INCLUDES: DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE. SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS RAPE AND SUICIDE. AND SEXUAL CONTENT. *i like to show the raw, realistic sides of everything. in my story i will not hold back from sharing details that a lot of authors on wattpad do. there will be heartbreak, but there will also be healing. my entire story isn't going to be sad, because that sucks. also, even if someone's life is sad there are still happy moments.*
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THIS IS A DOM/SUB FIC PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH (yes, that means the 'mature for my age' fourteen years olds, I'm not playing with you) There were times when Dean got that itch under his skin, that need to not be the one in control, where would think about this moment. The moment he was under the weight of her gaze again. After the first few months, when the panic attacks and the excessive crying calmed down, after he could breathe normal again, he thought the effect had worn off. Like a detox from a drug he didn't know he was taking. He thought the temptation would disappear. Obviously that is not the case, because here he is, sighing into the warm evening air, already feeling utterly intoxicated in her presence. © all rights reserved Publish May, 2021

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