Bitter Swirl

Bitter Swirl

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*Trigger Warning the following story contains some bad language, some rated r moments, rape, death, drug use, suicide attempt and loss* Onyx Lyndelle has always been a regular girl-nothing different or exciting about her except for the peculiar name her parents gave her. Her mother and father divorced when she was seven. Her father soon remarried, and she has only visited him a few times since. Two months before Christmas, Nyx and her mom get into a terrible crash. Trapped in the totaled car for what feels like forever, a barely conscious Nyx now wonders two things: is her mom dead, and where is that excruciating pain in her leg coming from? Read to find out in this story of love, change, acceptance, loss, struggles, and nostalgia.
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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