Is It Too Late?

Is It Too Late?

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Almost a year after her painful divorce, Meryl wants nothing to do with love. One of her best friends, Cher, upon seeing the current state her friend is, wants to help her. How? by making her give love another chance. Denied, Meryl refuses the help of her friend until one day she decides that maybe it is good to start enjoying a little more of the freedom that she now has. Not knowing how things would end, Meryl decides to accept the help of her friend and give love another chance. Is it possible that date after failed date, Meryl still managed to find love? What would happen if I told you that, in fact, she DID find love where she least expected it to?
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It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

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