Endlessly

Endlessly

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Her death was a struggle for him, but what if, fate will turn his world around, letting him connect the missing links to the death of his girlfriend then it will be a turning point for the both of them, hopefully. From the Author: Hi Guys, I want to share a little info here. Endlessly was supposed to be a sequel to my first book, Uncharted. But I have decided that I should make it the first book instead. There will be a lot of twists in the sequel of Endlessly. But I'm still focused on Endlessly so I can't promise if there is any sequel to this book. I may change the plot and the flow might change too. I hope you would support my story. Cover made by truly yours -iwasyoursea
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(Book 1) (Emo Boy and Nerdy Girl Series) (WARNING: Crude humor, suicidal, and/or violent scenes in this story. If you do not like or feel uncomfortable with those types of things, then please do not read.) (PG-13) (Completed.) ---------------- I'm not normal. She's not normal. This ill-fated relationship isn't neither. Our relationship is filled with regrets. Way too many to count. Many from me. Drugs, alcohol, pain, and–...Love. It's a shame that I just had to ruin it too many times. I feel as if it's my fault that I'm now imprisoned in my little world of darkness– Forever. It was my choice. Possibly the worst one I've made in my unfortunate life. I could only imagine what her's was like though– What type of hell I put her through this whole time we were together. I miss being alive sometimes– With the sunlight's warmth shining against my skin, and myself breathing, my heart beating. I no longer function the way I did whenever I was alive. I'm just stuck here in this little world of mine I call home now. While yet, she's an angel floating in the skies, I'm just an apparition that nobody notices. I'm becoming a psychopath it seems like... I'm sick of this world. I want to see you again, my Princess. Let me tell you the tale of the used-to-be–... Us. From both of our perspectives.

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