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Excuse me if I sound obsessed, or even completely strange during this story, but when you feel you love someone as much as I did, you really can't judge. It all started freshman year of highschool. My high-school in words, was inhabited with rednecks, and kids who you'd probably consider popular (rich cry babies). Well I keep avoiding the subject of the story. If you wanna know so badly you could just ask. Just kidding. It's about meeting my high-school sweetheart... Duh! Cliché as hell... I know.
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A girl, in search of why things go so wrong in her life. From tragic events, being moved around the foster system and then finally living alone. She scourers her world for answers of why her life can be flipped so quickly, but one thing stands in her way; memories from her past. A boy, who's parents are dying and is vaguely aware of his surroundings. He wants to heal his parents while trying to hold himself in one piece. His deeply loved sister disappears from his life, causing him to breaks down in pieces so easily. He needs help of his own but won't admit it. Two are thrown together in a mess of their own worlds. They each have what each other need. But will they risk it all to help a stranger? Tied together through struggles and love, these two embark on a journey to find answers to their problems. But, most importantly, love. -�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�- I let my gaze search him. From his feet, to his chest, to his face. It all seemed perfect to me, but there was something else deep down inside this stranger. "Why are you here?" I stood on my toes and tried to look taller compared to him. He rose an eyebrow. "My sister, she's here." He paused, "Somewhere." "Oh," I frowned and look to my shoes. "Why are you here?" I felt his breath on my forehead. "Me?" I placed my finger on my chest. I nodded and looked up to meet his gaze. It was hard not to get lost in his eyes. Beautiful. "I need space," I began, but I didn't know how to finish, I sighed. "To find myself."

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