You're Never Alone [Original]
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Ongoing, First published Jan 24, 2023
Mature
A short story of a life of a seventeen year old guy with a sad tragical and somewhat unrealistic lonely childhood. What are the possibilities? He only has two people left. His elder sister and adopted cousin. They never talk.

He meets this kid in the streets who he thought was older. He invites the twelve year old home, or so he thought was an sixteen year old. The kid is a runaway. He recently ran away from his parents due to fights. Flashbacks of the seventeen year old apear and he does what he can to get the poor boy home.

The only friend he ever had is safe and sound, though gone, and he's alone again. Or that's what he thinks. A new family member has just arrived, right in his living room. Or they are not quite out just yet.

The meaning of this book is that you're never alone. Weather you lost your loved ones there will always be someone there for you, waiting or maybe you haven't seen them yet? They are there, you just gotta see them or it in the eyes.

Original Writter: @AshOriginals_80 - [gmail: @hrxyoffline] - Original Version written in hand by @AshOriginals_80 [gmail: @hrxyoffline] - Wattpad Version has slight changes.

Artwork not owned - Text on thumbnail made by @AshOriginals_80 [gmail: @hrxyoffline]

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