He Loves Me Not

He Loves Me Not

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Ice cold in the heart. Ice cold in the soul. He tears her apart, And what's left is a hole. The hole is not filled, She wonders why, Runs back to him, Only to die. What's left is a story, A story of sorrow, One you will read, And be hooked on tomorrow. TO BE FAIR, I have never actually been in a romantic relationship, so if you think anything is too weird, know I'm trying to stick to the plot I thought up of whilst avoiding studying for maths. :)
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Madison thought she had closed the door on Tayler forever. Two years ago, she walked away, leaving behind the only boy who ever truly knew her-the one who made her feel safe, seen... and ultimately, shattered. She swore she'd never look back. But now, fate has other plans. Thrown back into each other's lives, Madison tells herself she's over him. That what they had is nothing more than a distant memory. But Tayler? He makes forgetting impossible. He's still the same cocky, flirtatious guy who knows exactly how to push her buttons-and pull her back in. Every lingering glance, every teasing remark feels like a dangerous game, and she's not sure she knows the rules anymore. But between them stands more than just unfinished business. New love, tangled emotions, and the unshakable weight of what once was. Madison knows she should keep her distance, but when it comes to Tayler, that's always been easier said than done. "You still look at me the same way," she muttered, hating the way her voice wavered. Tayler smirked, stepping closer, his voice low and daring. "And you still get flustered when I do." She should leave. She should mean it this time. But what if their story was never meant to end-just to begin again?

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