The Pact

The Pact

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Sometimes, all we need is a chat with our best friends to make our lives more bearable. Sometimes, we all need a shoulder to cry on, some good advice and moral support. Sometimes, even the happiest and strongest of people need a shoulder to cry on... We all have those friends who we know will never walk out of our life. They become our confidants, and sometimes even our enemies. Some friendships are so strong that even their own children will go off and form another generation of best friends. However much we think we know about our friends and those around us there will always be a little something that we don't. And, quite often, they are the secrets that have the potential to do serious damage. This is the story of Jenny, Heidi and Laura and their daughters; and of each of their individual secrets and lives. How their secrets unravel and how those closest to them deal with seeing somebody they thought they knew so well, in a totally different light. And it's all thanks to a certain pact...
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Love. It was infuriating yet strangely addicting. It swirls in unknown waters, testing its limits before striking. The sensation of its claws digging into your flesh was all it took for it to become entranced. And then everything collapsed. Everything began to untangle. Everything slowly crumbled to ground. Everything began to fall apart. And you found yourself in the centre of it all, your hands cradling your heart as tears trickled down your cheeks, the salty liquid creating a dark patch on your jeans as it hit the soft fabric. You're vulnerable. You're scared. You're hurt. You're broken. But when you finally have the courage, to wipe away an trace of a broken heart. When you finally lift yourself from the dark pit you had created. When you finally patch together the remnants of your shattered soul. When you finally close your eyes. When you forget. When you become invincible. When you finally heal. It all comes back. Everything. Like an arrow that had been shot in your back, your eyes widening from the unforeseen attack. That's what happens. Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life. Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise. That was love. _____________________________________ [ WARNING ⚠ : I wrote this as an inexperienced pre-pubescent so prepare for a cringefest. So before you call me out, think about the kid you're swearing at :) ] COVER BY SAMUELSTORMBRINGER [ COMPLETED ] HIGHEST RANKS: #31 in romance 09.11.17 #1 in heartbreak 17.12.18 #1 in friendzoned 21.05.18 #1 in ex-husband 21.05.18 #1 in marriage 30.03.19

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