Can't Fight This.....

Can't Fight This.....

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 11, 2017
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*Credit to @secutegrxnde for the cover* "You might win the battle, but I'll always win the war." "Who are you trying to fight? Me or your feelings?" Life happens in a flash, so don't blink. This is Ariana's view. You live life to the fullest and don't look back. She's part of one of the biggest gangs out there: The Pumas. She's the best at what she does, and no one wants to get in her way. But what if she finally meets her match? Life's a highway, you either drive through or crash. This is Harry's view. Life's too fast, so don't slow down. He's in one of the most feared gangs: The Wolfpack. He's not afraid of anyone or thing, and nobody's gonna stand in his way. But what if he comes to an obstacle he can't get around? Two people. Two gangs. Two enemies. Two star-crossed lovers. Two fighters that have never lost a battle. But what if the one thing they can't fight is each other?
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"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.

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