Lost In Transition

Lost In Transition

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Have you ever felt like you're falling but the drop is never ending? You're lost and running in circles. Always ending where you started? And then somebody tells you that the only way you can know yourself better is through your subconscious mind, your dreams. And so you give it a try, trying to interpret them. This is the story of a 17 year old girl named Emma Woods trying to find herself in the chaos of her mind. After meeting her childhood friend Mason she realises some things never stay the same. The only constant thing is change. Will she lose herself while trying to be there for everybody else? Or does she really need some person who doesnt even know her name to come along and knock some sense into her? We've all felt uncertain and confused but how many times have we tried to embrace it, worked on it and moved on? Even if life is a dream, only as real as you let it be, how many times have you set yourself free? ***** Ranking: 23:poetry (19-10-20) 14:find (28-10-20) ***** Awards: #1 in lunar awards (humour) Started: July 9th, 2020
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**

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