Perfectly broken worlds
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Last published Sat, Apr 13, 2013
"I can not love you because I have to kill you" - he spoke the words that broke her. A boy with deep blue eyes, warm smile and a perfect figure, a boy who rocked her world is gonna crush it down...
In a seemingly normal world they had everything. Andy, Sean, Vanessa, Drake, Summer, Sky... and that's only the half of the beloved crew that ruled Golden Lane Campus. They were popular, rich, they had the things one can only hope to have and most importantly they had each others. But what happens when the world stops being normal. When the things you saw in a movies happen to you, when you lose someone and you can do nothing about it or when the person you trust turn your world up side down.
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