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The Strings
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Ongoing, First published Feb 06, 2016
Cece


They say tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 


I say, if this how love felt when its lost then I'd rather not love at all.


My name is Cecilia Roberts. 

I was once a hopeless romantic. 

A strong believer of souls meant to be together. 

Now I'm just hopeless. 

A cynic. 

Until her.


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Piper

It is weird how every living human is made up of souls.

It is even weirder when you can see how these souls are destined for each other.

I am Piper McGovern.

I am capable of something which is not going to be easy to understand.

The thing they call destiny, I can comprehend it with just one look.

Not until I met her, not until I met Cecilia Roberts.
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