I'm fine.

I'm fine.

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Natalia was always a sad girl, she was just good at hiding with a fake smile plastered on her lips until recent events of her brother's death that made her stop her fake smiles, and fake cheer full personality and she just stop caring altogether and be the sad girl she is. When Julian, the tall arrogant skater boy who knows how to play the guitar comes into town like a crashing meteor, well let's just say lots of things change in both of there lifes. He wants to figure her out. She wants to figure him out. He wanted to fix her. She said she can't be. They were so different yet so alike at the same time. Little did they know, they would each other's soulmate. They were perfect for each other.
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