Muse [h.s.]

Muse [h.s.]

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Golden Book Two Golden. My favorite song written off the album - the first song I wrote about her - Aurelia Moon. My golden girl. She's had me wrapped around my finger since the night we met. Our memories run on repeat in my mind everyday since I last saw her. She's the light of my life, my sun and moon. Only now, her gaze is not filled with light; her eyes are hard and glaring, and I'm at fault. My heart plummets and sinks in my chest but I force a smile on the outside. "Aurelia..." I say with a forced smirk. I love saying her name and I know she always loved hearing it. "Still my muse, even now." My heart quickens with hope when I see the goosebumps rise on her soft skin. Even after all this time. *mature and explicit content*
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Aurelia Vale hasn't seen Harry Styles in years. Their families were inseparable once, spending every summer together at the house in London but until everything changed. Now she's eighteen, quiet, thoughtful, and back for one last summer before college. She hasn't seen him since years ago back when they were best buddies. Harry's nineteen now, colder, sharper. The boy she remembers is gone, replaced by someone she doesn't recognize. He smokes, he drinks, and he doesn't look at her the same. He's trouble But the house remembers. The late nights, the laughter, the memories of them as kids A story about distance,memory and the slow kind of love that burns. London, summer, 2013.

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