Maybe I Wasn't Unlovable After All
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture58 m
Dernière publication ven., mars 27, 2026
At sixteen, she survived a tsunami.
At eighteen, she survived her father.
At twenty three, she survived a man who said he loved her
and at twenty seven, she finally fights her fear.
She thought the boy she met in Hawaii was just a rainbow after the storm.
She never expected to see him again, especially not as her boyfriend's sister's fiancé.
And yet, there he was.
The only person who ever looked at her like she was more than something broken.
Torn between the version of herself, the girl who lost everything on the same day, a broken and hurt girl, she has to choose: run toward comfort... or step into the unknown.
Because maybe, for the first time in her life, someone didn't leave.
And maybe, just maybe-
She wasn't unlovable after all.
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