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Freedom is Nothing
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Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2016
To be different is a  curse in society. To find someone who is like you is rare. No-one is ever seen as perfect. That's the way that society works. Irori's life didn't turn out like that. Her life was as perfect as it could be, then she met him. An instant need for him took over and her world headed for death sooner than was ever expected by her friends and even herself. She would risk everything for that boy, but he wouldn't know until it was too late. Irori gave up her freedom for a boy who didn't even notice her.



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The world expected her to be perfect. She was the eldest, the responsible one, the overachiever who always had the answers. But beneath the polished grades and the forced smiles was a girl who barely held herself together. A girl with too many expectations crushing her chest, with anger simmering just beneath the surface, with a loneliness that no one ever noticed. Her mother barely acknowledged her existence. Her father, from miles away, drowned her in concern she didn't know how to handle. And in between, she was left to figure everything out on her own. At school, she was untouchable-the top student, the girl who never failed, the one who always had her hand raised first. People admired her, envied her, but none of them really knew her. Not the way she knew them. She had a habit of reading people, of dissecting their words, their actions, their lies. It was easier that way-keeping them at arm's length, never letting anyone too close. And then there was him. The boy who was just as smart, just as untouchable. The one who walked the halls like he owned them, like the world bent to his control. Cold, calculating, always five steps ahead. The boy who hated losing. And so did she. That was the problem. Because when you put fire and ice together, someone was bound to get burned. And she refused to be the one left in ashes.