I can't do this anymore

I can't do this anymore

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This is a story about Finn and Rachel's relationship, and how Finn can't make up his mind about loving her. Rachel is always confused on what Finns feelings are for her. She doesn't understand why Finn is dating Quinn when herself and Finn are obviously meant to be. But because Rachel is single and her true love is dating her main bully, she feels insecurely about herself. She is dressing differently, in black or gray sweatshirts to hide the cuts on her arms. Everybody is noticing that she is acting differently, but will anybody try to stop her from doing something that she regrets? Will Finchel ever get together, or will she end up dying first? (Finchel fanfiction) *first book of the "I cant do this anymore" series.*
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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