Feel Like Shit.

Feel Like Shit.

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Its been seven years since Jack and Ivy said goodbye, they've both moved on with their lives but never forgetting their shared memories or their baby. Ivy is now a global superstar, she's know by the world for being Chase Rox's music producer and best friend. She's travelled the world and found her self again, finally happy after a very hard and painful seven years. It took a year but Jack made it back onto the pitch, and not just any pitch, but Wembley. He is now the captain Of Villa, but he is also one of the best players in the league. The universe likes to have funny timing of things, maybe fate has something to do with it. How will they feel after seven years and completely different lives?
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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