Young and in love-H.H

Young and in love-H.H

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He took me by surprise. "I'm moving to Nashville Mae." His words hit me in the chest like a dozen bullets. "You promised you'd never leave" "I love you Mae. Remember that" he rested his forehead on mine, and let go of my hand, planted a kiss on my lips and walked on to the plane. "Please don't go." Mae and hunter. High school sweethearts. Going through ups an downs for as long as they can remember. They split up and haven't seen each other for seven years. They are no longer an item but hunter will try anything he can to get her back. he dreams about her, almost every night. but she just might not take him back but what happens when he shows up on her door step
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"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

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