Take Me To Your World

Take Me To Your World

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 3, 2020
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Romance
The end of Summer, When tragedy hit's you in life, how long do you take to recover from it ? Do you wait for it to be forgotten or do you just face it and move on ? Or all you want to be is saved ? That's when everything changes. A lot can happen during a lifetime. It won't come knocking on your door in a delivery box, It'll come in the form of love, when your shadow will betray you to serve them. He belongs to fire and you belong to him and when the fire run through your veins, Would you run away from yourself or become one of them ? Would you take his hand and let him walk you through an life taking adventure or would you let him go ? It tasted like a sweet nightmare when he held my hand and took me to his world...
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It's summer - the end of my first year of college. And I am home again, more than a little worse for the wear. College hadn't gone how I had expected it to go. After two years of the grind to get in, I thought I would find the kind of magic I saw in American high school movies, which I had been denied of in school - late nights, parties, wild adventures with whacky best friends, romance.... everything one is told is supposed to happen in one's teenage years. After two years of watching my classmates grow up and enter this world, I thought it was my turn, now. I thought my college life would be like a coming-of-age movie. But in reality? It wouldn't make a good story, of any kind - not even a sad one. The only thing I found were shiftless friends, stifling academic pressure and heartbreak. So now I was home - a little bruised, a little broken. A few dreams in shards around my feet. Turns out, I needn't have worried. The summer that followed changed my life. The summer of - after a hectic, stressful year - nothing at all. Nothing, and yet - everything.

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