Work this Out? Maybe. // k.l. (Fanfic)
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  • Reads 11,205
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  • Parts 22
  • Time 1h 43m
Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2016
"I hate to rain on your parade, Kian, but I only said that to get rid of him. I mean yes you're the love of my life, but I'm not ready. Now get back to bed," she smiles slightly, trying to make the situation comfortable.

I feel my heart breaking, again.

"I'm going to go home. I'm tired of the heart break. I'm tired of the false hope. Call me when you're actually ready. Until then, leave me alone," I sigh and slam the door behind me as I limp into the hallway, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.
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"BET! Now leave me alone and don't ever talk to me again!" I say with hot tears running down my face as I slam the car door shut. Kameron walks out the door while Jake goes in. "Don't ever try to control me when I did absolutely nothing!" I throw at Kameron. I run up to my room and cry on my bed until I hear a knock. I hear footsteps and feel Carter's warm hands on my cold arms. "Go save another damsel in distress," I mutter. "No because that would be disappointing." I sit up and look Carter in the eyes. "You idiot. You shouldn't have listened to me. You should've taken me to the hospital for stitches hat morning you should've-" I'm cut off when he kisses me. It's a soft kiss yet, it felt like he'd been inside of a hole and this was his only way out. He pulled away after 25 seconds or so, smiled kissed my forehead, and left my room. Follow Embry and how her life gets all kinds of twisted up.