I am my hero

I am my hero

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A story but not exactly a 'story' about Mel, who is like the most cheerful person you'd see, but who hides so much deep pain, hurt, sufferings behind a mask Oh-so believable, you'd never know, quote- Never if she didn't wanted to tell you which she doesn't even have anyone whom she trusts with. Not even close friends, not a love interest, not a partner. 'Cause she simply doesn't want to trust anymore, not like she could before as it's always been like this for as long as she remembers it to be! The emotions that she writes, the feelings she pours for just one thing for her to remind!
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Olivia made her decision. She was finally here. She decided to accept Jose's invitation for this one chance to show her what being with him was like. One weekend. One time. BOOK EXPERT: But as the reality of what she was doing sunk in she began to wonder if she could really do this. There were a million variables to them being together this weekend. Or in the future for that matter. She was miserable in a relationship she had been in for 20 years, while Jose had recently gotten out his own 20-year relationship. She wasn't in a space to date anyone especially not Jose. He was so kind and sensitive, that she often found herself unable to stay away from him. Even when she knew she should. At work she would email him if too much time had gone by. She thought about him constantly but never ever believed she would act on it. But here she was. At his house. Alone. For the weekend.

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