What's Left of Me

What's Left of Me

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I didn't expect to wake up. But I did. And now I'm stuck in this place-white walls, locked doors, and too many rules. They say I'm supposed to get better here, supposed to heal. But I don't know how to fix something that's already broken. Then there's Isaac Campbell. He's reckless, sarcastic, and just as messed up as I am. I don't want to care about him. I don't want him to care about me. But somehow, he does. Somehow, he sees me-the parts I've lost, the pieces I don't know how to put back together. I know love isn't a cure. It won't erase the past or make me whole again. But Isaac doesn't get all of me. He gets what's left of me. TW: mention of suicide and self-harm
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This is my first attempt at writing a longer story. Here are few things about this novelette: - A novelette stands between a short story and a novella (7, 500- 17,500 words). - This story is not edited, so expect mistakes. - The story has explicit and mature contents. - As part of my "trademark," the story deals with love and loss. Expect drama! - The story is written in a nonlinear way. - I almost forgot; this is a lesbian story. If in any way you find it disgusting, you're free to bounce, yo! (In Jesse Pinkman's voice) - This is fiction. Question me and I will put you in here just to kill you, Game of Thrones style. Lol - © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Let's just support each other. Peace out! How does one make music using broken strings? Discover the powers and dangers of love in this mixture of clichés, realities, and fiction about love, loss, pain, depression, and survival. I have lived in a dark cage. I have torn every page. I have not known light; I think I lost my flight. Please come and rescue me; Whoever hears me! Help liberate this heart And show me love they call art.

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