Fractured Fate
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Last published Fri, Feb 14, 2025
Falling was just the beginning.
Memories lost. A life rewritten. A war fought on both sides.
Pulled from the shadows of the past, Leah finds herself caught between what was and what is-between the people who claim to know her and the ones who made her into something else. But breaking chains isn't the same as being free, and some ghosts refuse to stay buried.
The question isn't just who Leah was-it's whether she wants to remember at all.
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We were everything to each other once secret-keepers, dreamers, two halves of the same heart. But then you left. Or maybe I did. Now, you look at me like I'm a stranger. Like the memories we built don't haunt you the way they haunt me. We're nothing more than rivals, two people who push and pull, who fight like we never bled for each other. But hate is just another form of love. And no matter how much we try to forget, the past has a way of catching up with us. Because deep down, we both know some people are impossible to forget.
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