غلاف قصة Lucent بقلم mk31620
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How could he just leave like that? No explanation. No calls. No texts. Nothing.

Aspirial spent the last few years hating him and trying anything to move on with her life. Accepting the fact that she'll never see him again. Until he shows up out of nowhere-in her bedroom of all places. He's finally back after almost three years. 

Lucent spent the past few years waiting for this moment. All he could think of when he was gone was her. All that's been on his mind since is her. He messed it up the first time and doesn't know if there's a second chance in his path. 

Now that he's found his way back to her will she forgive him? Can she forgive him? Who knows. What Lucent does know is he will try everything to win her back. 

* ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀɢᴇᴅ? *
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