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Carolina [h.s]

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*this story contains mature and explicit content.*



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rules, secrets, and lies all get uncovered eventually. 

and then what remains is the broken pieces of something that once was everything, but now is nothing. 

//

 "And what am I?" 

Then he smirks, and it's nothing but bitter. I know his next words are gonna be everything he's been wanting to say from the moment he met me. 

"Nothing," his are eyes on mine. "you're nothing." he means it. 

I smile because he least expects it. I lean forward like he did, matching his movements. I take a good look at him, his scars, his bruises. And I know the only difference between his and mine is that mine are invisible. 

"And what are you, any better?"

His smirk remains, his eyes cold, his words uncaring. "I'm glad you're finally starting to catch on." he reminds me we're the same.

//

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Set in the 90's.All Rights Reserved

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