Finding Utopia {wattys2019}

Finding Utopia {wattys2019}

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"I don't think any one could imagine something like this. There aren't any words word to describe how fucked up this is," I yelled at Leona it wasn't her fault I had no idea of who I was and if she really was my sister. "It's weird having your heart remember something your mind can't," I said remembering Trent... "We all know that you need time, but what if you don't have any? You can't go back there you belong in Utopia," she said her golden eyes sparkling with so much hurt and desperation. She made it seem like my choice was obvious and it wasn't I had a good life, friends, and obligations. How could I just turn my back on that? How could I be this other person and still feel like me?
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A psychological lesbian romance Rena POV I don't want to be here. I don't want to talk. And I damn sure don't want to sit across from a woman who looks at me like she's already under my skin. She's calm. Measured. Everything I'm supposed to be. But when she tells me to breathe, I forget how. When she says my name, I feel it in places I shouldn't. Simone POV She walks in like she's ready to fight me. But I've seen that look before-rage barely holding grief together. Rena doesn't trust anyone to hold her. So I won't ask her to. I'll wait. I'll listen. And when she finally cracks... I'll be right there to feel it. Some wounds don't want to be healed-they want to be touched.

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