Alexis Anderson always thought she could spot a love story from a mile away-until she met Kim Clarke Garnette, the living, breathing contradiction to every romantic notion Alexis held dear. Kim was all sharp wit and blazing fire, the kind of person who could argue circles around you and leave you strangely exhilarated in the aftermath. They didn't start with fireworks; they started with battle lines, their clashing ambitions leaving behind bruises, grudging respect, and something dangerously close to fascination.
But love has a funny way of blooming in the unlikeliest of places. Somewhere between the heated debates and stolen glances, Alexis and Kim found themselves caught in a whirlwind of emotion, their affection delicate yet undeniable. It could've been their story-the one people tell at weddings, the one that ends with happily ever after.
Until-it wasn't.
A cruel twist of fate ripped through their fragile world, leaving Alexis standing in the wreckage of what could have been. Now, with her heart still tethered to a love she once swore was a mistake, Alexis faces the ultimate choice: accept the reality that tore them apart, or defy reason, risk everything, and fight for the person who taught her what it truly means to love.
This isn't just a love story. It's a journey of resilience, of hearts refusing to be silenced, and the scars left by a connection so profound it reshapes everything it touches.
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I was only 7 when I met her, but we had an instant connection. We were inseperable. She was always happy and joyful around me, but me on the other hand, I was a completely different story. I suffered a disorder that caused me to have no emotions. I told her my condition and she understood, but one day she dissapeared, I didn't feel sad, worried or angry like I should have. I just continued my day like any other day, but by myself.
I continued to have no friends as I got older and talked to no one, but it didn't bother me. I soon became the "weirdo" as most people would say. I became known as the girl with no emotions.