Fallen
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was it all in her head? was everything meant to be this way? until she realizes it was him. always will be him.
*contains smut, self harm, depression*
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"You just can't save me." She would say. "I can try." He whispered as she drifted off to sleep. Her name was Ashton. She suffered from depression since age 8, been cutting since age 10, and starving since age 12. She knew from the beginning she had to hide it from any wandering eyes or curious friends. No one knows. Not her parents. Not her friends. But that all changed when she met Luke. Both age 17, now, he learned the truth. But what can he do? And will she let him try to save her? This is a Luke fanfic and my first one actually. Updates will be extremely random because I write when I have inspiration and on days I don't, I read. Also, there may be very detailed scenes involving self harm and suicide attempts. Please don't read if this will trigger you in any way because I love you all! I'm also here in you need me. I know there isn't anything I can say to fix it but I can listen and be a shoulder to cry on. I love you guys. Stay safe!
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