Falling Daisies
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 6h 33m
  • Reads 35,011
  • Votes 1,112
  • Parts 33
  • Time 6h 33m
Complete, First published Aug 25, 2013
"Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys"

	-- Alphonse de Lamartine


Lucy's past is blackened with dark memories and mistakes she'd rather forget; some that have split up her already dysfunctional family, some that she has not yet fully comes to terms with and some that she is continuing to make, even now. She turns to guys to fuel her need for love, but only ever for the night. You can't get hurt that way.  

After her beloved Gram's death, she is wrecked with sadness, pushing her straight into the arms of Ben. He is seemingly perfect and she feels herself falling fast and hard but - she doesn't do love and Ben might not be as perfect as he would first seem....
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