Never Said Sorry
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Last published Fri, Nov 1, 2024
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Rosaline was an angel-quite literally. She was the kindest, warmest soul anyone could ever hope to meet. Despite the weight of her own baggage, the whispers of others, or the troubles that tried to break her, her lips always managed to curve into a smile. That smile-her unwavering kindness-was what moved the dying Ms. Lyman to make a fateful choice: she gave Rosaline her heart.
It was a decision Zain Lyman resented with every fiber of his being. He vowed to make Rosaline's life a living hell, a pledge that seemed all too easy to fulfill when she moved into their family home and transferred to his school. Each day, her radiant smile dimmed just a little more under the weight of his torment. And yet, each day, Zain found himself more and more drawn to her, despite-or perhaps because of-his efforts to break her.
It became a game, a struggle between darkness and light. Whose world would consume the other? Would Rosaline's brightness dissolve Zain's shadows, or would his darkness finally swallow her whole?
Because, in the end, Rosaline truly was an angel-quite literally.
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{This is written in a poem format, and it's like she, the FMC is telling the story to someone else}
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