Shelter from the Storm

Shelter from the Storm

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"You're too nice to me Max Ryder." I tell him. "No. I'm just giving a girl what she deserves." He takes my hand and presses it to his lips. Is he trying to kill me? The blush on my face is probably tomato red so I take my free hand and try to hide my face. He looks up at me with a confused look. "Why are you hiding that beautiful face of yours?" This only makes me blush even more. I take the hand that he kissed and put that one over my face, too. I giggle. "You know exactly why you weirdo." I reply. He takes both of my hands in his and takes them away from my face and smiles. Does he really find this attractive? "You ARE blushing. That's adorable." I guess so. "I swear. One day, you'll kill me from all of this blushing,' I say, " You know that right?" "Just doing my job." He says with a quirky grin on his face. _______________________________________ Faith is a 17 year old girl. She has had a hard life. Her mother left her and her step father is an abusive alcoholic. Life is hard for Faith, but that is until Max Ryder, the bad boy, comes along. All it takes is ONE person, to change someone's life. I am really excited for this story. Thank you for all the views. I hope to get more soon. :)
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"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

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