WRITTEN IN THE STARS // jdb (on hold)

WRITTEN IN THE STARS // jdb (on hold)

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"We were written in the stars, my love, all that separated us, was time, the time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts, to find our way back to one another." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I'm completely terrified of being like this for the rest of my life - not living enough, and then boom, its over," she breathed, looking down at her hands. "You don't have to keep living like this..." he spoke, starring into her eyes. "Let me show you. Let me show you what life could be like," he continued grasping her hand and stroking it gently. A story of love, life, and hardships. (THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY. ALL IDEAS WERE MINE AND ANY SIMILARITIES ARE MERELY COINCIDENCES! PLEASE DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR POST THIS ON ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. I WORK VERY HARD ON THIS STORY, SO PLEASE RESPECT THAT.) cover by the lovely @/badxssbieber (huge thanks to her!)
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