Amara's Missing Piece

Amara's Missing Piece

coacoabutter31
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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 49m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 31, 2023
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A 23-year-old named Amara with skin that shimmered under the tiniest bit of sun and eyes that reflected everything that was shown to them. She was very talkative and entertained everyone she came across. She was fairly new in her town but that didn't stop her from making connections. However, that's just what she allows you to see. When the sun kisses the horizon and the moon takes its position in the dark night, Amara blossoms. The shadows stretch out to look like deranged scarecrows, and the wind whispers through the tree leaves. Where most people would be afraid of the dark and what it holds, Amara embraces it with open arms. Here is where she will find secrets, here is where she will unlock her deepest desires, and here is where she will find her inner peace. Finding these solutions bring their own set of problems that she will have to deal with. Although, she did not account for the main problem. Zion.
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β›π’π€π˜ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.❜

β›π’šπ’π’– 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 π’Žπ’†?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. π’›πšπ«π’πšπ‘ didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. π’π¦πšπ«π’ smirked. β›π’…π’Šπ’…π’'𝒕 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’Œ 𝒔𝒐.❜ β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„β–„ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 πŸπŸŽπŸπŸ“

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