The Inevitable (Lesbian Story)

The Inevitable (Lesbian Story)

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Soul mate. Funny word. You'd think your crush back in Kinder was it, or your best friend, an enemy, or a celebrity who didn't know you existed. We remember nights wishing the love we have today was the *one*, only to fall apart, and you'd spend nights wondering if there was anyone for you after all. There is for everybody, and Harley Gillies was no different. She's used to unrequited loves and school bullies and working part-time. But not with a ghost stalking her, claiming to be her soul mate time-travelling from the future, telling her that she'd find true love, and that she'd die shortly, no matter how she changes the past.
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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