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Meet Me In The Middle

Meet Me In The Middle

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Pia learned early that wanting would do her no good. Every time she'd hoped for something--aching for a family as a child, the top spot in her high school class, a college degree she couldn't afford--it only left her with crushing disappointment in the end. Life worked better when she didn't ask for much. Never wanting, never yearning. Then Mikey came to her life like a supernova. He wasn't like anyone she'd ever met--warm, gentle, and selfless. Mikey gives away kindness like it doesn't cost him anything. Slowly, the walls around her heart started to soften. But old fears don't vanish quietly. The more she let him in, the louder the question grew; What if wanting him, this--breaks her worse than anything before?
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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