Behind Closed Doors
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Tue, Aug 2, 2016
"You wanted to see what was behind closed doors, right?" I narrowed my eyes, vigorously wiping away the stray tear that seems to have fallen unnoticed.
"Well you got it."
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Fern Valencia didn't believe in a fresh start. Your life doesn't change without the motivation of something willing you to do so. Her cousins death, for example, was her will to completely change her life. But it was no fresh start. Every memory, every thought, every action was filled with grief and anger. Blame. So she blocked her emotions. Blocked every little thing that could cause happiness, sadness, anger, anguish. It was the only way to make sure she was a shield to anything, or anyone, that could hurt her.
That was until she found Elijah. Or more like, Elijah found her. He was her fresh start.
But the only way Fern can let him help her, is if she shows him what's behind closed doors.
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