The Jerk Next Door #Wattys2016

The Jerk Next Door #Wattys2016

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She has been hating on him ever since. The incidents when they were younger are so hard to forget. She hates him more than anyone could hate anyone else. She swears she'd never be with him even though he is the only guy left in this world. She swears she'd never try to get close to him or anything. She hates him so much it is almost unbearable. Will the hatred melt away? Or will it only be set in a bigger fire? If it does melt away, will she have a heartbreak? If it does be set in a bigger fire, will the fire stay? We shall see. ------ It is no ordinary story. It is not what you expect. ------ Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
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The first in the Gone trilogy. ❝People change. Memories don't. ❞ I had that one person. That one person who would be my brightness in the dullest of days (trust me, there were a lot) just by gracing me with his presence. The frown that was permanently etched on my face would always seemingly dissipate into the happiness I felt when we'd meet up, running into his arms like he was my safe place. Everyone expected him to have someone, but no one thought it'd be me. No one wanted it to be me. Looking back on it now, it seemed like a typical love story. Him, the kind and gentle-hearted boy and I, the rude and cold-hearted girl. He wasn't kind, he wasn't gentle-hearted because if he was, then he wouldn't have left. Without a word. His lack of words towards me doesn't mean that I'm left speechless. In fact, I have a thousand words wanting to just slip off my tongue right this moment. Just because he's gone. [HIGHEST: #122 Short Story- 28/07/2015] Cover by my dear friend John. Editing finished in Feb 2016

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