Worlds Apart | W. Clark

Worlds Apart | W. Clark

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"Even now, when I'm dead we're worlds apart." "We always have been worlds apart. I died years before you." "Wally. You only died 3 months AFTER I did, so why all the attention now? When you used to make fun of me all the time." "Three months?" . . . Wally Clark had died during a homecoming game when he broke his neck. All he remembered was thinking that he wouldn't be able to make it up to Emery. All that time down the drain. Emery Daniels didn't know what had happened. One minute she was reading and watching the sunset with someone..her friend? Boyfriend? She couldn't remember, but what she did remember is that when Wally Clark was alive they both hated each other. Now she was stuck with the one person she hated for all eternity. Or was it hate? Maybe it was something else?
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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

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