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Why not me...?

Why not me...?

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 26, 2023
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Romance
Daisy, a girl with normal life who just went to a new high school, she's just happily living her life in high school, not being interested in love life at all. Her friend's boyfriend Dylan, from whom she can't seem to distract herself from, she can't help but fall for him, even though she deserves better, she does all the wrong things and makes all wrong decisions just to get love from the boy she fell in love with. Dylan loses himself when he's around her and fucks her, when they both realize that what they did was absolutely wrong, things start to heat up after that, Dylan tries to push her away most of the time, but he can't help but come back to her everytime. During their life in high school, they all get lost in this teen age love and choose love over friendship, they can't help but keep falling for wrong people and make wrong decisions that makes their life a mess. (Each chapter has only 300-400 words. It's still not completed, I'll be adding new chapters everyday)
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The body. The words snap in my mind like a whip. I look at Daisy and Cassie in the back seat, still terrified, pale as if they'd seen a ghost. We unbuckle our seatbelts and get out of the car, instantly sober, running toward Sarah, who's been standing for a few minutes in front of the body lying face down in the middle of the road, keeping us from seeing his face. (...) Cassie kneels down and checks the pulse of the boy lying in front of us. We already know the truth, but we still hope his heart is beating. We hope there's still a chance. But there isn't. She turns the body over so we can see his face. And there he is: Dylan Hastings, eyes open, but no longer alive. Blood is smeared all over his body, and I stumble back the second I see it. His eyes, which earlier were full of laughter, now hold nothing but a deep, hollow emptiness. My stomach twists. I might throw up any second now. Dylan Hastings is dead. And we're the ones responsible for it.

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