𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲 -𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱|𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆
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  • Reads 305
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 12
  • Time 2h 7m
Ongoing, First published Jul 22, 2020
"Woah who's that? She's pretty.." 

That's the depressed girl named Taylor. In search for her paradise that is and forever will be non existent. 

She cries and dreams as Oliver watches her from afar. 

Will she find her paradise? Maybe she's had it right in front of her all along. 

•DISCLAIMER• I do not own the songs that are used in this. 
Song: 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲 - Coldplay 
Song: Heather - Conan Gray
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Delilah moves from New York to a school where the fake popular kids claim her as their own. Making it impossible to make real friends. It isn't until she gets partnered with the mute boy for an assignment that she finally makes a real connection. She makes it her mission to get to now him. Although he doesn't want to be known. He's scared that once she gets to know him she'll leave like everyone else. But what they both don't expect is that music has a way of bringing people together. This book is a dual POV. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That's incredible. You're incredible." My eyes widen and I look into her eyes again. A blush makes a way to her face and I can tell she didn't mean to say that last part out loud. But she did. And I can't stop myself from taking what she said to heart. It's been a long time since anyone has said anything remotely close to that to me. I can't let it get to me. I can't get used to it. Being hopeful. The higher you rise, the farther you fall. "Do you think you could make a song I can sing to?" She asks me timidly. I hesitate to say no. If I say no then she might spiral again. This is her hope. Her light to the darkness. She finally has something to look forward to and to distract her. As I mull over it I see the hope in her eyes dwindle. She doesn't expect me to say yes. "Okay," I whisper.