Babysitting Elsa

Babysitting Elsa

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There's a saying which goes like this; "Sometimes, you have to hurt the ones you love in order to save them." I never truly understood those words until one day, I did. That was the day I was diagnosed with blood cancer at just sixteen years old. The scariest thing to me back then wasn't even the fact that I was probably going to die, It was the thought of the amount of grief and sadness my family and friends were going to face if I eventually passed. I was scared. I was scared that my suffering was going to cause the people that I loved pain. And so what did I do? I ran. I ran away like the coward I was. But, before I disappeared, I made sure that I made the one person I couldn't live without hate my very existence. Before I disappeared, I did something that broke me, but would've eventually saved my ex. Before I disappeared, I silenced the melody in Tyler's heart. My name is Lyra Davis, and this is my story.
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A broken girl... Twenty years old and I'd finally had enough. I couldn't take anymore, so I packed up my things and disappeared, leaving behind my drunken, abusive father and the mother that stood by and watched as I slowly died. I knew I was going, but not where I'd stop. The last thing I expected once on my own, was to be spending my nights stripping at a club in Florida, barely getting by. I should have known running from a past wouldn't make it stop haunting me, because misery will always find me and tear me down until there's nothing left of me. It always has... Things can always change though, right? Like looking up at a handsome, tattooed stranger, and with one stare he has me questioning everything I've ever believed in. I wasn't expecting or prepared for someone to storm into my life. Not him. Jace Montgomery. The name I'll never forget. The need to save me lies in his eyes, but I don't need a savior. Trust- what he wants to teach me. That I'm something more than what I've grown up believing and that I'm worth loving. Those are the things he wants me to believe. How am I supposed to let him in and show me I'm something when I've spent my entire life being... nothing? He won't give up, and honestly, I'm hoping he never does... Because maybe... just maybe... I am worth saving after all.

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