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Midnight [ON HOLD]

Midnight [ON HOLD]

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11 years ago sat a little six year old girl staring at the front door of her grandmothers home. Waiting for her parents to come back for her. They had said they would come back to get her soon. Days passed. Weeks. Months. Years. Every night she would cry to her grandmother, wonder why her parents weren't here yet. Everyday she asked if they had called or come by while she was at school. Every time her grandmother would give her the same sad look, letting her know, that they hadn't. What those sad looks didn't tell her was that her parents never would. Fast forward to 11 years later and you'll find 17 year old Lena still living with her grandmother in their little renovated flat in New Jersey. Her grandmother never told her, but she knows her parents aren't coming back for her. Now Lena is a unsocial loner at her big, posh, highschool. Never talking to anyone or resorting to being like the other girls at her school. With her parents leaving, she was bound to be cold and bitter. She thought she had a right to be. No one knew of her parents. But when a cute new student takes a liking to her, will she finally let someone in her life? Or will she push them away?
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I never believed in perfect starts. I wasn't the guy who lit up a room or made girls turn their heads. But then she walked in-first day of senior year-and everything changed. Her name was Lena. Beautiful, sharp, untouchable. The kind of girl you admire from a distance and never think will notice you. And for a while, she didn't. But then something shifted. I asked for her Instagram. I started texting her. Late-night chats turned into inside jokes, nervous flirting, and long walks under empty skies. Slowly, she let me in. Slowly, I fell-harder than I ever thought possible. She started to love me too... or so I thought. But love is never a straight line. Not when her past is made of broken promises and bruised trust. Not when she starts pulling away just as I'm holding on tighter. I loved her harder the more she faded-and then, one day, she was gone. No explanations. No warning. Just silence. A year passed. Then, one night-midnight phone call, trembling voice, the same girl who broke me once asking if I still remember how it felt to love her. This is the story of how we began. Of how we ended. Of how sometimes, the people who break you are the only ones who know how to put you back together. And maybe-just maybe-some love stories aren't about forever. They're about surviving the parts that almost destroy you.

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