Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ Asʜᴇs

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Parts 8
Time 5m

Reads 133
Votes 43
Parts 8
Time 5m

Pierce Edwards. 
    The boy who told me, my shoes looked good, even though we knew they weren't. The boy who shared his lunch, when I dropped mine. The boy I grew up with... the  man he became... the stranger I tried to know.
    It was a friendship, a love, a tumble,  a home...
    
    Before Ashes.
    
    ~A/N
    This is a story based on a few memories. Short chapters would each contain one of those memories. I'd try to give this story, a happier ending but it ought to be twisted with reality.All Rights Reserved

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Pierce Edwards. 
    The boy who told me, my shoes looked good, even though we knew they weren't. The boy who shared his lunch, when I dropped mine. The boy I grew up with... the  man he became... the stranger I tried to know.
    It was a friendship, a love, a tumble,  a home...
    
    Before Ashes.
    
    ~A/N
    This is a story based on a few memories. Short chapters would each contain one of those memories. I'd try to give this story, a happier ending but it ought to be twisted with reality.

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