92 Days

"Your working at the theme Park with spiky hair?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, face full of attitude, "His name is Noah, and It's a water and theme park,"

Damon held up his hands in surrender, taking a step back, "My apologies Angel,"

I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Angel?"

"Yeah it's your new nickname," he smirked, "You like it?"

"It makes me want to knee you in the throat,"

"So you definitely like it?"
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Alice Taylor left for a reason. Roselake held terrible memories that she wanted to escape from, and yet she finds herself back. Willingly but not willingly.

She was too nice for her own good, she wanted to help out her family as much as she could, but being in Roselake made her skin burn.

Damon Gray, he's lived in Roselake all his life, he loved it, it was his home. But he couldn't help the feeling like something was off.

He felt like he should be doing more like he was isolating himself when he should be partying, living his life. He felt, lonely.

Until the summer Alice came.

He had 92 days, with her. Only 92, but he would make them the best 92 days she would ever have for the rest of her life.

Or the most heartbreaking.

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WARNING: Mild cussing