Running from Pain

Running from Pain

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When Sienna disappeared from Hunter's life junior year of high school, he never thought he would see her again. That was until she was standing in the front of his biology class. Yet things don't click back into place as easy as they once did. Sienna was shocked to see her first love at a college thousands of miles away from where she first met him. When she had fallen in love, everything was perfect. Until it wasn't. After the accident, she had to learn how to live with a spiral of chronic pain and fatigue. She thought she had come to terms with her new reality. But when confronted with a piece of her past, she realized she was still running.
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They say every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. But mine had two beginnings-two paths that twisted into a single, impossible knot. The first began with a notebook, a flash of gold glitter dropped in a crowded hallway, and a boy who looked like he owned the world. He made me feel wanted. He was thunder-an electric current that set every nerve ending humming. The second began with a single gold earring, the kind of thing you guard with your whole heart, and a boy who looked at me like he'd been waiting his whole life. He was a safe harbor, a steady calm in a world full of noise. I was caught in the middle. I never meant to lead them on, but the longer I stayed confused, the messier it got. Sooner or later, a choice would have to be made. And when it was, I wasn't sure my heart could survive being broken in two.

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