echoes of us

echoes of us

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senior year should've been perfect. The best year of Ella Sinclair's life. but everything quickly unraveled the day her boyfriend, Liam Carter was involved in a tragic accident, taking his life. months later Ella starts receiving messages in Liam's exact handwriting. each feel impossibly real, but also impossibly impossible.who is sending them, and why now? As the messages pull Ella deeper into a mystery she can't ignore, Ella must confront the truth about loss,love and secrets that won't stay buried. Some ghosts don't just haunt the past - they reach out from it.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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