You Could Call It Love ;)

You Could Call It Love ;)

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Anabella has only ever had herself and her 3 best friends to rely on for as long as she had known herself, always living in the moment, even if it didn't make sense, and even if it was a completely foolish decision, she'd do it anyway. Ana only cared about there opinions, if her and her friends thought it was a good idea then she was convinced. After all good decisions come from experience. Experience comes from making bad decisions. Things change. People change. She's been in the foster system since she was 2, Ana used to wonder why her family put her in there in the first place. Maybe they wouldn't have if they knew how Anabella was treated? Did they simply not want her? Key word. Used to. She learnt that overthinking will destroy your happiness and your mood. It'll make everything worse than it actually is. Take a deep breath, exhale and have faith. What's meant to be will be. ________________________________________ The Romano's used to have cheer, have light, have hope. The laughter that once filled the walls of their home was now gone. And apart of ever single person who lived within them had lost apart of themselves aswell. It's been 14 years since they had lost their principi to their mothers preposterous hand and some had succumbed to the empty feeling in their stomachs and let the negative emotions impact their life tremendously. Whilst others try to hide. Hide behind the fake laughter, the fake smiles they wear and express every single day. Not a single day has passed where they have stopped looking for Anabella, despite the slight feeling that she could be gone for good, they never gave up hope. Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. What happens when Anabella's foster parents Kim and Dave die in a fire and she is sent to live with her 5 brothers? Does she let them break down her walls? Does she tell them about her past? New beginnings. Old friends. And happiness. But will she ever be truely happy?
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

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