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Runaway Memory
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Ongoing, First published Jul 02, 2021
Mature
"Am I fool for trying Mr. Hale?"
He looked me up and down, then spoke a simple word "No".
I stood speechless when he uttered the word. Breathlessly calling his name "Ryan?"
Pounding in my chest as he practically looked through me to my soul.  His body turns toward mine and he takes his first stride. 
He is too close to me now. What do I do?
I can smell his minty fresh breath. "Is there something you wanted to say Ms. Serenity?"
Fuck it. I do the first thing that comes to mind... 

I kiss him.
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Eden Serenity is a 23 year old college student suffering from a type of traumatic memory loss. She is struggling to recover and recollect her life. 
Ryan Hale is a 24 year old club owner. He had a new woman on his arm every night. But when his life takes a turn he needs to turn his life around but struggles to begin a new start.
Will she find the light at the end of the tunnel and return to her old life or will she move past everything and begin a new life? 
Will he finally make amends with his life or will he stumble into something else?
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