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Cutting Rainbows

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How I, Delilah Williams, found a love to keep me warm.All Rights Reserved

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Hey Delilah by Poiesis_Naomi

Delilah moves from New York to a school where the fake popular kids claim her as their own. Making it impossible to make real friends. It isn't until she gets partnered with the mute boy for an assignment that she finally makes a real connection. She makes it her mission to get to now him. Although he doesn't want to be known. He's scared that once she gets to know him she'll leave like everyone else. But what they both don't expect is that music has a way of bringing people together. This book is a dual POV. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That's incredible. You're incredible." My eyes widen and I look into her eyes again. A blush makes a way to her face and I can tell she didn't mean to say that last part out loud. But she did. And I can't stop myself from taking what she said to heart. It's been a long time since anyone has said anything remotely close to that to me. I can't let it get to me. I can't get used to it. Being hopeful. The higher you rise, the farther you fall. "Do you think you could make a song I can sing to?" She asks me timidly. I hesitate to say no. If I say no then she might spiral again. This is her hope. Her light to the darkness. She finally has something to look forward to and to distract her. As I mull over it I see the hope in her eyes dwindle. She doesn't expect me to say yes. "Okay," I whisper.

Metaphors from Mars (Poetry) by xHumanTrash

Mars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.

before i die. » clifford. by lilacniallpls

❝i have a request for you... i want him.❞ all rights reserved. copyright 2014 lilacniallpls

highschool → fillie (completed) by finntozier

❝one day we were best friends, the next we weren't ❞ trigger warning ; [co-planned]

Hopelessly Devoted by R1Dgirl

Like all great things, you have to wait for it. Olivia: "I could never have imagined that one day I would be living all of this, literally, for the first time, just with him. I hope he knows that he's keeping me alive, that I'm breathing him, I'm just hopelessly devoted. Harry: "Sometimes it feels so unreal that I poke myself every time I look into her eyes just to make sure she is real and she is mine. I hope she knows that my heart is beating only for her, that she's my home that I always longed to find, I'm simply, Hopelessly Devoted.

Obscured Tale of Delilah Sy by iamjnlyp

Delilah Sy, a teenage girl who decided to seek for her true identity.

Arcane by AsheraJones

𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐀𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤. ©AsheraJones 2021 Started: October 2019 Rewritten: May 2021 Published: August 2021 #1 in #highschoolstories (25.10.21) #1 in #newlovestory (31.10.21) #12 in #familysecrets (18.06.22) #1 in #newfriends (12.12.23)

Macy And Brandon Rowland by chasehudscn

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Second Love by JL_Huxley

I'm cold. I'm alone. I'm not angry... at least not anymore. But here I sit. Alone. And Numb. You think on a Friday morning I would be at the office busy with phone calls, returning emails, meeting with clients, and proving to my boss time and time again that I'm his girl to get shit done...to close the deal like I've done so many other times. But after a year of completely throwing myself in my work, sleeping at the office because I refuse to go back to my apartment and using the typical excuse that I stayed late to work on a project, and becoming emotionless to everything and everyone around me, my boss has had enough. "Hannah, you need a vacation. And it's not negotiable."

•Shattered• by x_Joycee_x

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Hey Delilah

Delilah moves from New York to a school where the fake popular kids claim her as their own. Making it impossible to make real friends. It isn't until she gets partnered with the mute boy for an assignment that she finally makes a real connection. She makes it her mission to get to now him. Although he doesn't want to be known. He's scared that once she gets to know him she'll leave like everyone else. But what they both don't expect is that music has a way of bringing people together. This book is a dual POV. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That's incredible. You're incredible." My eyes widen and I look into her eyes again. A blush makes a way to her face and I can tell she didn't mean to say that last part out loud. But she did. And I can't stop myself from taking what she said to heart. It's been a long time since anyone has said anything remotely close to that to me. I can't let it get to me. I can't get used to it. Being hopeful. The higher you rise, the farther you fall. "Do you think you could make a song I can sing to?" She asks me timidly. I hesitate to say no. If I say no then she might spiral again. This is her hope. Her light to the darkness. She finally has something to look forward to and to distract her. As I mull over it I see the hope in her eyes dwindle. She doesn't expect me to say yes. "Okay," I whisper.