Poco tiempo

Poco tiempo

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'пейринг Питер/т/и(ваше имя) ' Вы живете обычной жизнью, ничего не подозревая. Но кто же знал, что судьба решит сыграть с вами злую шутку. После тяжёлого рабочего дня вы засыпаете у себя на кровати, но когда откроете глаза не узнаете свою комнату. В неë заходят люди в белых халатах. -Вам осталось недолго, мисс, - вы сжали краешек одеяла в руках. Новость о вашей болезни свалилась, как снег на голову. Успеете ли вы насладиться жизнью? Попутно узнавая, всё больше о новом мире и людях окружающих вас. -Пожалуйста, придумайте мне имя, - долговязый парень нервно перебирал пальцами, следя за вашей реакцией. -Погодите, что? - полностью ли вы знаете мир в котором оказались? Получится ли у вас раскрыть тайну странного поведения парня и подружиться с ним? (история ведётся от лица читателя, попаданство, немного пошлятины, глубокая сюжетная линия)
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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