Bringing Us Closer

Bringing Us Closer

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It wasn't supposed to happen like this. He wasn't supposed to be cheating, he said he loved me. but it turns out he was just using me. I felt useless i couldn't do anything. To many deaths, to many accidents. I couldn't of foreseen this coming! Otherwise I would of found some way to stop it. It wasn't my fault, but i felt so guilty. I, Rowan Tatum Harper, felt guilty and at fault. I caused these deaths. But I didn't. At the age of seventeen Rowan was in a car accident that caused almost a five car pile up, and a road closure. Only two deaths happened, but it pained her. She felt at fault. Jesse Quentin Ryder lost family in the accident. He was so depressed as they were all that was left of his fucked up family. He didn't hate Rowan, he knew it wasn't her fault. The way she beat herself up over the accident killed him inside, what it did to him wasn't half as bad as what it had done to her. They never knew each other, but are thrown together by the sad occurrence. **Warning, there is mature content. Like swearing, and graphic details. If you can not handle it, then do not read this book. Created by; SondraZarr all content of this book belongs to me, unless said otherwise. Copyright Notice. © 2015 by SondraZarr All rights reserved
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