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I was said to be
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝,
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞...
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
I had heard it so much in my life that it had manifested into a truth that remained rock solid in my brain. It consumed every surface of my body and mind like a deadly cancer
It had become a promise to myself. A reminder. A standard.
It was a rule applied to every person in my life, except him...
He was the same as I was; no matter how different our outside identities were. We were cut from the same cloth on the inside. There was no denying that he and I were both broken souls left in a broken world.
Both craving an eternal slumber before we met, but his darkness played so well with mine that suddenly it began feeling more like light, warmth, goodness... a happy ending.
"...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂,"
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Partying.
That was the one thing Chandler did best, and everyone in town knew that. But when one of her parties get out of hand and the cops are called, she's in for a rude awakening as she comes face to face with the new guy in town: Officer Herrera.
He's wasn't like the usual officers she dealt with, and she finds that out quite quickly as she gets dragged away to jail for the night.
They both wish to never see each other again, but there was something stronger than their dislike for each other keeping them together.
The stronger their dislike grows, the more attached they become, until the lines become so blurred that they can't tell the difference between hatred and love anymore.
They could say they hated each other, but if anything, a small part of them knew it would turn into love.
If that love would last once everything was revealed... It was only a matter of time before they found out.
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They say betrayal never comes from your enemies.
I used to think that was just something people said to feel better about their broken hearts. Until mine shattered too.
The night it happened, everything changed.
I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. But worst of all... I lost myself.
It's funny how a single moment can split your life into before and after.
Before, I was the girl who believed in love, in loyalty, in forever.
After, I was the girl standing in the ruins of what used to be her world, gasping for air, screaming into the silence, wondering why.
Why me? Why now? Why them?
So, I ran. Packed what was left of me and left the pieces behind-what else could I do?
I moved cities. Moved in with my cousin. I told myself I needed a break, a fresh start.
I told myself I wasn't looking for anyone. I was here to rebuild, quietly, carefully.
Just me and the pain that still lived under my skin.
But then... I saw him. At the club.
Dark suit. Brooding eyes. Hands in his pockets like the world bowed at his feet.
He didn't just walk in; he owned the room.
The kind of man who didn't need to speak to be heard.
I didn't know his name. I didn't know his story. But I felt his eyes on me like a touch that burned.
He was power.
He was danger.
He was everything I told myself to avoid.
But as fate would have it, the man who never chased anyone... noticed the broken girl who stopped believing in love.
And maybe-just maybe-he'd be the one to help me believe again.
This is the story of how I broke... And how he found every shattered piece.