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A New Romance

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Parts 5
Time 55m

He layed in the middle of the alley. My hands in fists so tight I could have drawn blood. My fists on his chest with tears coming out of my eyes like a waterfall. I'm screaming for help, any help. I looked down at his closed eyes and heard his quivering breaths. That's when I knew it was him. I love him and needed him more than anyone. He was the only good part of my life, and if I lost him, I would lose myself. Why won't anybody help me? I scream again and again with no response. There's so much blood. He's dying. The love of my life is dying and nobody cares.

Molly has been stuck between 'perfect' and 'he helped me more than anyone'.   She's mostly alone in the world except for her best friend,  her grandma.   But when her past comes back to taunt her she gets overwhelmed and doesn't know what to do.All Rights Reserved

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The Text by ShaynaRWheeler

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just 2 days. {COMPLETED} {Wattys2016}

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