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Between Hurt and Happiness
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Ongoing, First published Nov 12, 2016
Keep to yourself, don't let anyone close,
stay in control. This is how Melodie lived 
because of her painful past.
That was until she met Samuel Johnson,
he awakened something inside her.
She loved him immensely, until the very end.
When he died she embraced the sadness,
the only remnant of what they had shared.
Two years later she discovered 
he was still alive, she learned he had also 
stolen something precious,
that Melodie believed was gone forever.
Will Melodie be able to forgive his betrayal,
and find enough happiness to heal her hurt?
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His mistress

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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.