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Elsa Starr is a girl who fought like no one else, she didn't have anyone to lean on beside her best friend Arial Lorraine, so what if her best friend stabbed her, what if she couldn't take it anymore that she wrote a statement that would give her hell by her parents:
'That no family means no home
No home means living in fear
Living in fear means forced to be living in the dark
Living in the dark means fighting alone
Maybe if I told you, that I'm just 18 you're going to laugh thinking 'wtf am I talking about' cause my parents are technically alive and I'm still young, I don't have to think about anything cause I have no worries.... But can I tell you a secret?
I don't like my parents ... can I replace them? Should I leave them alone Cause I don't need them anyway? OR should I kill them?
I think it's a good idea..... HAHAHAH GOT YOU I won't kill them, but the thought of it is not really that bad in my case.
If you're wondering why I'm thinking this way, Or why do I hate them
You should be me to understand, I can prove that I'm not crazy'
she is a mature girl who is responsible and independent, She's a top student who works and studies and sometimes works as maid for her rich parents.
*Disclaimer*
This story is not all depression, it has it's funny moment, it's deep moments, its romantic moments, and it's mysterious moments...
I tried to include everything that happens in our lives in this story... I hope you like it, and read the first chapters so you won't judge it by the description, because I figured that it sucked..
The last thing is, I wrote every bit of it, and if I quote anything from anywhere I will note it.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.
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