The Soft Spot

The Soft Spot

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jasmine is a school girl who tries her best to keep her life intact and in a right path, but what happens when her path begins to have intersections? she'll have to decide a lane with fewer obstacles, but will it mean she'll escape from all the drama and stress? and will it mean the ultimate prize would be worth it? _______________________________ hello, future readers :) I hate descriptions a lot, I don't know how to express the full idea of the story without including spoilers. I worked on this a lot trying to make it as realistic and interesting as possible ,so I hope this grabs your attention and cause you to read jasmine's story and hopefully join her on the rollercoaster of emotions :)
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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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