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Once in a lifetime.

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Reads 8,586
Votes 380
Parts 85
Time 13h 24m

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When the rest of the band stepped away slightly Dalton put his arm around my waist and I thought my knees were going to buckle. I knew what I was going to do, and I needed all the courage I could muster up. As my brother's thumb goes down to take the photo I suddenly turn my head, close my eyes, and kiss Dalton right on the cheek.

Dalton is known as a "rockstar" playing shows every night in the biggest cities. Juliet is a wallflower ballerina in a small town. What happened when their world collide? And what will happen when someone from Daltons life tries to take what's rightfully his? 

An even bigger twist, you get to decide the ending.

This was originally FacFiction that I changed into a sort of kind of legitimate story. I started it in high school and my 24 year old self is trying desperately to fix it because I've written two sequels to it as an adult. I'll also be publishing them once this one is fully published. If you don't like the story, I get it, I don't really either 😅.

Trigger warnings: 
⚠️  Eating disorders (I've experienced) 
⚠️ Bipolar disorder (I did my best on the research) 
⚠️ Child abuse (I've witnessed) 
⚠️ Low self esteem (I've experienced)
⚠️A bit of self harm from another character (I've experienced) 
⚠️Miscarriages (I've witnessed) 
If there are any that I've missed feel free to let me know!All Rights Reserved

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