It could not happen again, I would not have endured a second time. Now that my life was getting better, now that I was healing even I could not start again my nightmare. I no longer believed the love for his fault, not the boys face looked more his fault, his fault I did not feel free. All this people do not know, maybe because I can hide all thanks to my fake smile that I wear every day. I felt alone, lonely and misunderstood, who could never understand me. This fan fiction telling the sad and complicated story of a simple Italian girl, of eighteen years old moved to London to follow her dream. Helen, a name adopted by the time, lives with five boys Anglo-Irish in the British capital, in her life she never had a good relationship with the guys in general, she described them as “a waste of time” because of some events in her past. Able in some way to change her mind? And she, naive girl and frail able to stand up to wear armor and fight?
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