The Choice
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I haven't talked in years. I'm not dumb. I just choose not to speak. Not even to my best friend. I'm happy I never spoke to him. He's a liar. It's fine though he's been replaced. I talk to my new best friend. We record youtube videos together. I moved from England to Canada and had to go to an all new school and meet all new people. I met a boy. Then I met his best friend. I don't know who to choose. I have options: There's Will. My old best friend. I love him but he lied to me. Can I forgive him? There's Zach. My new best friend. I love him but he doesn't trust me. Can I get past it? There's Brayden. My not so secret admirer. I love him but he's a player. Can I accept his past? There's Mitch. My boyfriend. I love him but he cheated on me. Can I forget about it? The Choice - The Cube
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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

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