# Luna -  (H. S.)

# Luna - (H. S.)

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~Luna~ Daca nu l-as fi iubit încă de la început, probabil acuma el nu ar mai fi reprezentat o tornada in viata mea. El mi-a dat pentru a doua oara lumea peste cap in aceiasi viata, mi-a răsturnat inima, apoi a sfaramat-o, ca mai apoi sa o reconstruiasca astfel încât el sa fie mesterul, iar eu opera de arta care ii apartine. ~Harry~ Daca ea nu ar mai fi reaparut in viata mea asa cum a facut-o si prima oara eu as fi fost încă înecat intr-un ocean întunecat pe care ea, soarele meu mi l-a luminat si nu doar o data ci de doua ori. Iubirea pentru yachting ne-a adus împreună, sau iubirea dintre soare si luna?
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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