That Girl

That Girl

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Selena Gomez
He was a Hollywood movie-star. I worked in a coffee shop. He lived for the thrill. I lived for safe and sound. He lived carefree. I felt like I had the world's responsibilities on my shoulders. He wanted adventure. I wanted a home. He may have wanted me. But I needed him. They say love isn't easy. They say love is hard and not everyone gets to have their first love. To find someone who they can consider their soulmates. But no one ever said love would be the end of you. My best friend is going away to L.A. to become an actor. And he will come back as a Hollywood Star. And I would still be the same, pathetic, girl who he left behind in his conquest to achieve heights, right when I needed him the most.
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They say betrayal never comes from your enemies. I used to think that was just something people said to feel better about their broken hearts. Until mine shattered too. The night it happened, everything changed. I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. But worst of all... I lost myself. It's funny how a single moment can split your life into before and after. Before, I was the girl who believed in love, in loyalty, in forever. After, I was the girl standing in the ruins of what used to be her world, gasping for air, screaming into the silence, wondering why. Why me? Why now? Why them? So, I ran. Packed what was left of me and left the pieces behind-what else could I do? I moved cities. Moved in with my cousin. I told myself I needed a break, a fresh start. I told myself I wasn't looking for anyone. I was here to rebuild, quietly, carefully. Just me and the pain that still lived under my skin. But then... I saw him. At the club. Dark suit. Brooding eyes. Hands in his pockets like the world bowed at his feet. He didn't just walk in; he owned the room. The kind of man who didn't need to speak to be heard. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his story. But I felt his eyes on me like a touch that burned. He was power. He was danger. He was everything I told myself to avoid. But as fate would have it, the man who never chased anyone... noticed the broken girl who stopped believing in love. And maybe-just maybe-he'd be the one to help me believe again. This is the story of how I broke... And how he found every shattered piece.

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