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The Perfect Time

The Perfect Time

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Natalie met Cassandra 'the crying girl', as she remembered her, when they were 7 years old. She remembered her sitting on the side walk, afraid of crossing the street. As she approached Cassandra, she was held immediately captive by her blue eyes. She was simply enchanted by them. Little did she know, that crying girl is going to be a big part of her life. ~She came close and held my hands again, it felt warm against mine, it felt perfect. "Remember me." She kissed my cheek and left. I was frozen on my feet, this feeling brushed to my body, ignited by her kiss. "I will never forget." I whispered back.~ As they grew, both of them welcomed change and lived with it. After years, Natalie never lost her love for that blue eyed crying girl, instead it made it stronger. How would she react if the love of her life suddenly came back? Will her longing be gone? Or would other feelings emerge? "I believe that timing is everything Nat. It grooms our patience. It makes us appreciate the things we have now. But sadly, time isn't in our control." -Cassandra Combs
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It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

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