"I'm going to break your heart"
"then break it. Aurora I would rather fall in love with you and have you fuck me over a thousand times than picture a life without you. I would rather you rip my heart out, stomp on it, spit on it, and tell me to go fuck myself than have you walk away and never come back. Aurora, I never believed in love. I never understood how someone could be completely and utterly consumed by another person, until I met you."
"Aurora May, I'm in love with you"
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Aurora is slowly being consumed by her thoughts; constant impulsiveness, unpleasant ideas, overwhelming numbness. But, the part that scares her the most isn't the thoughts themselves, that would make anybody's gut wrench, a grown mans skin crawl, no. It would be her acceptance of the idea of finally drowning within herself and being more than okay with it; welcoming it...that's what scares her.
Chase is learning how to adjust to his new life. Going from living in a one bedroom apartment with his father, in Downtown Brooklyn, to moving in with his stepmother, in Upper East Side Manhattan, isn't easy. Switching from an "I do what I want, when I want" attitude, to feeling like the smallest of mistakes will cause your family to crumble, makes him feel suffocated.
What happens when the girl, who seems to have it all, meets the boy, who used to have nothing? What happens when minuscule glances turn to feather-like kisses and gentle touches? What happens when two "opposites" start to realize they have more in common than they once thought? When two rich kids, both struggling in different ways, start to find comfort within each other?
I stare at Matt's face as he looks down, concentrating on the game. I can tell he's so angry. He's holding it in his jaw, he's clenching his teeth. He's up in his head and I don't know what's going on up there but I just know it's not good. Even if I get him back out now, I know that he's going to overthink everything later tonight.
"Matty, it's ok." I whisper.
He immediately looks up and finds my eyes. His blue eyes are bluer than normal. Impossibly blue. Not even a gray blue. But a pure, brilliant blue.
"It's not ok, Rach. I fucking hate him."
His swear catches me off guard a bit. But my eye contact doesn't waver.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
My favorite color immediately changes to blue.
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Two childhood friends have spent a lifetime battling demons. Will life ever give them a break? Can Matty and Rachel find an ending that is even remotely happy?
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DISCLAIMER:
This book contains:
Adult language: LOTS of Profanity
Mental Health topics (anxiety and depression, PTSD)
Adult situations: sex, drugs, alcohol, sexual assault
Please be aware that:
THIS BOOK COULD BE TRIGGERING. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
*First Draft*