Losing my Innocent

Losing my Innocent

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Romance
My name is john philip sa edad kong fourteen ay nakaranas na ako nang maraming bagay tulad nang hindi naranasan nang aking kasing edad na batang lalake lahat nang to simula nang nawala ang mga magulang ko at dito magsisimula ang lahat.kong bakit ito ang naging paksa nang aking kuwento aba tanungin nyo si author authors say:abat napaka talags nitong si jp ako nga pala si ligtning_flame ang nagsulat sa book nato may nag aabang ba nito hai nako but kong magtatanong kayo kong bakit ganito ang aking title abat mag basa kayo char hahaha nahawa na ako sa charcter ko
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BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.

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