I Remember The Light (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

I Remember The Light (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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Once you do something you can't take it back, right? Ok. Just making sure because everyday I, Skilar Cassandra Jameson, wake up regretting something but not being able to understand what I am regretting. All I know is that I had a fight with my mom. The reason I know this is because every time I fall asleep I have a horrible nightmare. I don't know why I survived the fire, I don't think I should have. Klara my sister and Gregg my best friend say maybe I was given a second chance but I think it was punishment. I lost my memory, the only thing helping me remember my life, how is this a second chance. My life is falling apart more and more each day; I'm more alone than ever, if only I had someone to save me from the darkness and help me remember the light.
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Twelve years ago, he drove away with my heart in his hands. I've moved on since then. Or so I thought. Growing up in a small town, there weren't too many options when it came to friends. But, even in a sea of a million, I'd always choose Jake Jameson. I felt safe with him. Safe with my secrets, my dreams and eventually - my heart. I thought we'd have forever together. That was a long time ago. I thought I'd forgotten those piercing blue eyes and the sound of his laugh. I tried to obliterate the memory of his touch from my mind. But, one single glance, as he stands at my door, twelve years later, and I'm suddenly transported back to a simpler time when love was easy, and my heart was whole. The problem? I'm marrying his best friend.

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