Just A Little Longer...

Just A Little Longer...

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., juil. 29, 2020
From the very beginning, they were doomed. They were two souls headed down separate paths linked together by a measly, transparent thread. It could've been so easily overlooked without a second thought and neither of them would've known what they were missing. She would've been college-bound and blindly obedient to her parents without a spine to help her stand up for herself. He would be rushing through high school, barely getting by, meanwhile openly despising his own family and seeking his escape through the military. And to think... Had he walked a little faster, Had she been just a bit more shy, Had they gone with the wrong crowds or even just picked the wrong table. They would've never known the life-changing love that now fills every second of their days.
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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.

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