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Waiting For An Eclipse

Waiting For An Eclipse

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Nathan Clark and Aurora Lewis are both opposites. Nathan is an optimist; Aurora is a pessimist. Nathan is cheery; Aurora is blue. Nathan is the sun; Aurora is the moon. But both of them have one thing in common. They're both waiting for an eclipse.
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π†πˆπ”π‹πˆπ€ π•πˆπ“π“πŽπ‘πˆπŽ, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. β˜† β˜† β˜† As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserΓ  toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). β˜† β˜† β˜† π‘π„π•π„π‘πˆπ„ (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

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