Healing the Wounds

Healing the Wounds

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 2, 2017
Park Jaemin, a shattered teenage boy, is forced to transfer to a different university with help from his brother, after his parents disown him. There, he meets his roommate, Lina Moretti, a teenage girl who is falling apart. The two become close friends, but after a few incidents, they are forced to reveal their deepest, darkest secrets. As their friendship blossoms into something else, they learn how to fix both themselves and each other with compassion, while finding the values existing within love, friendship, loss, pain, and everything in between. But the question is: is love enough to keep them going? is love enough for anyone who has been broken once to not fall apart again? **TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of depression, self-harm, eating disorders, suicide, drugs, etc. Additional warnings: cursing, occasional violence, long story short PLEASE read with caution
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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