Only Valentina

Only Valentina

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When tragedy befalls Valentina and her family in the form of an unexpected death, they all learn to cope with the loss. None of them know how to "move on" but they depend on each other through tidal waves of misery, heart brake, secrecy and addiction. The three remaining members of the Grimm household band together in hope of finally finding some semblance of peace. This isn't a romance, or thriller. There will be aspects of romance in her life along with everything else a British teenager feels and has. So take a look, the worst that could happen is that you lose a bit of time. Warning: there will be "bad" language used to express feeling and because I'm not going to filter my characters potty mouths, they speak how they wish to. P.S this is my work and mine only, don't repost, copy or distribute this work in any shape or form.
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Her

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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