Something Worth Fighting For

Something Worth Fighting For

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Imagine you're in a tight place in life, and you feel like you're drowning without using water. When your Guardian Angel comes to your rescue. Eight years ago, you met her on tour, and she fights for you. How is Sal Vulcano gonna react to her appearance? Will he be brave, or run off scared? "You only need the light, when it's burning low. Only miss the sun, when it starts to snow. Only know you love her, when you let her go. Only know you're high, when you're feeling low. Only hate the road, when you're missing home. Only know you love her, when you let her go." ~ Passenger "Let Her Go"
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Life feels empty to Wren. Her sister and mother want nothing to do with her. Nothing feels like anything, until she meets Rook. In Rook's arms the world seems right, but what happens if she never lets him in....and what happens if Rook were to disappear... ~~~ He looks back at me, watching me study him. I look away, its now my turn to study the horizon. I can feel heat blooming on my cheeks and I can feel his eyes taking in every bit of my face. I feel his finger softly touch my cheek. I jump a little, and he lowers his hand. "Sorry" He says softly, I can see his guard going back up. "No its fine-I just....wasn't expecting it." I say, swallowing. Did I really just say that? What was wrong with me.... Suddenly I had this urge to take his hand and put it back on my cheek. I flushed at the thought. This was getting so awkward. I looked up at him. His eyes seemed cold, calculating. I couldn't say I liked this, but then his eyes softened, and the unimaginable happened. His hand materialized, tucking a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. He was so focused on the strand, but then his focus spread to my eyes, the look in his eyes. Jesus, I'm going to melt. He was looking at me like his universe surrounded me, like I knew the answers, like I could fix his cracks. The worst part was....I could see the exact same on his face as he could see on mine. ~~~ #2 in military #827 in anxiety #22 in separated

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