You Can't Forget Me

You Can't Forget Me

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It's one of the classic cliches. Two child hood best friends. Two girls who did nothing but love each other for years. Ellie and Sam. Ellie is a tomboy and Sam loves to look pretty but she's never afraid to get her hands dirty. But one day they are torn away from each other. Making promises to stay in touch and find each other again. Life moves fast and it gets hard to stay in touch with people. Then life gets harder and busier. Tragedies happen and eventually....someone you used to care about has drifted to the back of your mind. Just an occasional thought. A "what if?" Or "what could have been?" Years later Ellie and Sam somehow end up back in the same town. Grown up and now strangers to each other. Lots of shenanigans will happen. As well as gay panic, stupid adorable stuff. And also some yearning...actually lots of yearning. They are gonna go through some shit. I hope you stay to the end to hopefully love these idiots and see what happens.
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We started with a spark, then a bonfire, and then a wildfire. As in, she burned my house down and walked away laughing. The flames rise higher and higher, like hands reaching out to a savior. Smoke hides the stars, fills my lungs, and sinks into my clothes. I don't know if I'm crying or if the heat is just becoming overwhelming. "WOOO!~ Ain't it pretty, Raine?~" she grabs my hands, and drags me along with her as she dances around the crumbling remains of my life as I knew it. Her strawberry blonde hair dances with her, flying like the flames. She keeps eye contact with the embers while I keep my eyes on her. "Yes...beautiful."

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