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Glass. I felt it slicing into my skin; beads of scarlet rolling down. I twitch my fingers in experimentation. Okay. I can move them. More glass. Everywhere I felt, there was glass. As I tune into the sounds around me, I can hear sirens wailing. Screams, of what I can only identify to be paramedics, fill my ear drums. Are they talking to me? Eliza's life is turned upside down after the most important person in her life forgets about her. Literally. She's faced with many pressing issues and decides to leave the suburbs of New York City. Struggling to adjust to her new life, she meets someone. He helps piece herself back together, but just as she's beginning to forget, her past finds a way back into her life.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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