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I Don't Know What It Is About You

I Don't Know What It Is About You

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What if you were suddenly given a purpose in life. What if you finally felt the light of happiness. Would you ever let that go. Well, Roman Adams isn't. Even though she doesn't know it, Persephone Blake was Roman's light. Now Persehpone on the other hand didn't see a purpose in counting on other people, she had been let down too many times to do that. The only people she trusted were the people she had known all her life. She honestly couldn't care less about what other people had to say about her. The only thing she kind-of enjoyed was coming home on those days where she had a little bit more time, locking herself in her room, blasting music and drawing her heart out. That was until she met Roman Adams, the most annoying, cocky, arrogant, generous, caring, turdwad ever. He changes her view on the entire purpose of life and how to live it. But no, Persephone didn't have her very own light... At least not yet.
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Haunted by the mantra "I'm nobody," I echoed these words in my mind, feeling as though my entire existence revolved around catering to the happiness of others. Despite having friends, a constant undercurrent of self-doubt lingered, as if I were an anchor holding them back. In the shadow of my brother Adam's fame with the renowned band Three Days Grace, I was the family's black sheep, an outcast in our town. My academic prowess and hardworking nature seemed to count for naught, dismissed by my father as failure. Even my past relationship revealed a cruel truth - I was a mere experiment for my ex-boyfriend's infidelity. While my brother Adam basked in the heroics of our town, I felt cast aside, deemed a potential threat to other teens and shunned like a contagious disease. Despite my pleas for help falling on deaf ears for years, my existence seemed insignificant, unnoticed. The reflection in the mirror, one last look before I just contemplated ending it all, reflected a soul weary of pleasing others at the cost of my own emotions. With black lipstick, I scrawled a poignant question on the mirror: "Are you happy?" In the final, desperate act, as I pushed myself to the brink, a rush of relief mingled with the pain. Yet, as I succumbed to the darkness, a familiar voice called my name, disrupting the silence. Awakening to a hospital room, my feet tied to the bed, a blond-haired, blue-eyed figure lay by my side, a silent sentinel. Even in my darkest moment, he defied my wishes, standing vigil over the remnants of a life I sought to escape. The tangled web of emotions unfolds as I grapple with the unexpected second chance, questioning whether the bonds of love and resilience can conquer the shadows that once consumed me.

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