Leaving at Daybreak

Leaving at Daybreak

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Romance
Khloe had always floated through the crowds, blending in with those who never had anyone else. Though she was still in high school, she recently moved into her own apartment and cut off all ties from those she once called her family. Through her two friends, Talia and Calver, Khloe attempts to reach out to a person who she was never able to completely forget. Sebastian. He may have forgotten her, but his face was forever engraved into her mind. Her life was fine. Her life was livable. She only wanted to be happy. She was only happy with him. ((Warning: This story does contain sensitive topics, such as drug use, underage alcohol consumption, cursing, etc. Also, this is not edited, so I'm sure there will be plenty of mistakes. This is way different from anything I have written so far, so deal with me through this))
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