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?
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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