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Daisy
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Fiction
Romance
Somewhere someone once said, 'Everything happens for a reason.' People can take that saying and twist it to mean all of these different things. For many though, it's not just a saying used for comfort, to many it's much, much more. It's a belief, it's a religion, it's a promise. They hope and rely on the universe to provide them with an ending that is reasonable. People believe we deserve reason. What have we done to be worthy of such a thing? Everything may happen for a reason but doesn't believing in such a thing change our, so called, destiny? It makes sense that the more we dwell on letting the universe take charge the less we worry, and the worse our future gets. I'm not one to say though, I'm merely a boy lost in reality hoping for everything to indeed work out. I'm sure you can probably guess why I'm lost. Yes that's right, a girl.
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Y/N, which is you, was walking around the campus of your high school. You hear something weird. Like the sound of somebody getting pushed up against the lockers. You recognize the sound. All too well. You turn the corner and see the one person you never wanted to see again. The one who hurt you. The one who left, and left you broken. The one who let your trust and faith in people slip. The one who let you become lonely. The person who made you happy, but then let you fall and get buried ten feet under. He's the person you didn't feel like seeing. You weren't ready. You don't know what to do. They left, they let you become broken, they let you lose all hope in people, and now he's back. You wish it weren't true. You wish he never would've come back. Will you let them back in, or will you keep them out.

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