Yours Truly (NaNoWriMo13) (WattpadPrize14) (Complete)
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  • Reads 16,536
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  • Parts 26
  • Time 7h 32m
Complete, First published Oct 28, 2013
Ashley once believed she was going to marry her boyfriend of three years. Her dream is shattered when she finds he is cheating on her just before she starts eleventh grade. When her senior year rolls around she finds an even more devastating secret and swears she'll never let another man into her life; it hurts too much to be close to people.
What Ashley doesn't realize is that that promise is a lot harder to keep than she thought. Especially when she starts receiving letters signed by Yours Truly.
One event leads to another and her world is completely turned around. Not only does she let someone get close to her, she learns of a secret that could change the world.

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Ashley, a young woman raised in a strict, conservative family, had always dreamed of attending college. But it was when her life turned upside down... "I trusted you," Ashley said, her voice filled with hurt and betrayal. "But now your words mean nothing to me, because your actions spoke the truth." ****** Ashley sat on the edge of her bed, a bottle of phenyl clutched tightly in her hand. Her mind raced with dark thoughts, the weight of betrayal and despair pressing down on her. She had tried to build a life outside her conservative family, but it seemed everything was falling apart. The bottle of phenyl, a symbol of finality, seemed to offer a way out of her pain. She took a deep breath, the acrid smell filling her nostrils. It was the end, she thought. A way to escape the misery, the traps she had fallen into. With a firm grip on the bottle, she tilted it towards her lips, her determination unwavering. "I hate you," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. Just as she was about to take a sip, the doorbell rang, startling her. The sound echoed through the quiet room, a jarring interruption to her thoughts. She hesitated, her hand trembling slightly.