Beautiful Contradictions

Beautiful Contradictions

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"We can't do this. It's not gonna work. You're not wrong, we're just very different people with different destinations". She whispered softly her fiery red hair whipping along with the wind. "I have to go". She mumbled against his chest, still wrapped up in his toned arms. "Don't go please, this is nice". His voice husky and pleading, holding her tighter, nuzzling her neck. "I know, that's why I have to go". Tears slipped out of her green eyes and rolled down her cheeks, unwrapping herself from him, she ran away. A passionate love story about a boringly simple nerdy medicine student with a hot, flirty and arrogant charmer who dreams to wander the world, wanting every single day interesting and every moment to take his breath away. Two star crossed lovers with dreams and different destinations. Can they make it work? Together?
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I look up at him, his face nothing but a hazy memory. His head is tilted down towards me and I think about how odd it must be for him too. If we kissed, would we find each other's lips? Would it be as natural as breathing? He's mere inches from me and just the presence of his body is suffocating. I don't even have to see his face to know how well he makes my body react. Goosebumps trickling down my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising like sunflowers facing the sun. It's as if I can really see his face. His features and the looks he gives. It's so familiar, so in-tune with me, that I feel like I've always seen it. I can feel his eyes set on me, my figure under his gaze. I can feel the tension in the air and I'm not even sure if I'm breathing. "That necklace around your neck," he scoffs. "What about it?" I ask, my voice low. "I've seen it every single time I've seen you and it drives me insane. It's the one thing I can see below your face." Something clicks into place for me. The puzzle pieces align, and I feel alive. "Then take it off and put your hand there, I can wear that instead," I grin. __ Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart. Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real. Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real? What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy? __

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