Sapphire's Messed Up Thoughts

Sapphire's Messed Up Thoughts

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Why was I named Sapphire? Does it bear a dark past? Was my dad's first love Sapphire? Or is Sapphire my great great grandma who disappeared mysteriously? Stop Sapphire. You were named Sapphire just because your parents liked the name and Quinn is your family name. I can't really help it. After what they did to me, my brain figures out a way to twist everything and bring fear, anxiety, insecurity, pain and almost all the unwelcomed feelings. ========================== But what if my brain is telling me things that others cannot understand? What if it's a deadly weapon I am yet to master? Maybe you guys can help me find out?
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"I've only died three times-or at least, that's all I remember. The truth? It could be a hundred. Maybe more. And each time, it's terrifying. It's not some gentle fade into light; it's a cruel, ripping pain that leaves me gasping, only to wake up somewhere new, as if the universe is punishing me for not staying in line. Every death feels like a price I'm paying for something I shouldn't have done-something I shouldn't feel. Asher Lively is that price. He's the wrong path I keep taking, the gravity I can't resist. Falling in love with him isn't just forbidden; it's a death sentence. I don't know why-why it's wrong to want him, why the universe keeps tearing us apart. But the pattern is clear: every time I try to hold on to him, I lose everything. It's not just the dying. It's the knowing. Knowing we can't end up together, no matter how much I want to. Knowing that loving him feels so right, but comes at the highest cost. Maybe we're only meant to exist in those fleeting moments, between lives, between deaths. Maybe that's all we'll ever be-almost."

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