Indelible (EN)

Indelible (EN)

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Xiona's character has been hardened since the death of her father and the disappearance of her brother. Her new neighbor, called Ian, won't contradict that fact. She takes pleasure in seeing others suffer, carrying little bottles of strong spirits in her bag, spending a lot of time at the bar "Yae" Will her neighbor be able to show her that life can be sunny, even on rainy days, while another man reaches out to her from a world far darker than her own? She dreams of nothing, yet her mind is filled with nightmares. At night, when she's not asleep, the worries multiply, amplify as the clock ticks. Tomorrows darken and the worst becomes the worst, nothing seems possible or surmountable, nothing seems peaceful anymore. Insomnia, the dark side of the imagination, takes hold in the early hours of the morning. Numb, disaster scenarios become extravagant, hoping that the day will erase our memories. She gets up and take a shower, wishing to stop this torture. Sometimes, the night reveals a truth: time runs like an hourglass, and things will never be the same again. "Those beautiful sentences we hear in movies and read in books are not immutable in meaning. These words don't fit everyone, certainly not us."
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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