The Grace Of Winters

The Grace Of Winters

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The Grace Of Winters.. "Why do you flirt with me?" I ask him, hardly meeting my eyes with his blue ones. The ones where I can loose myself into. "And why do you let me flirt with you?" He says..his face getting too close to mine. "This isn't the answer to my question " I stammer "This ain't to mine either" he says stiffly as he rests his forehead against mine. ****** Grave Hawthorne is a normal teenager who has an undying crush over Alex . Seems like she can't get over him even after so many years. With her best friend Chloe dating Alex now , can Grace bury her feelings for him ? With her heart broken twice, can she fall in love again? Maybe with Someone else perhaps,! A/N: due to some technical problem...a new account has been created... This story is rewritten and will be continued on this account
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