Screenshots of Broken-Winged Love | by 3BulletNecklace | Pricefield fanfic
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  • Reads 917
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 9
  • Time 25m
Ongoing, First published Feb 11, 2017
Song-based fanfic about chloe price and max caufield. 
Strong themes and WARNINGS: death, violence, self harm, suicide, sexual themes, eventual smut and use of swear words.

Plot:
Max and Chloe are meant to live together forever and Max totally realized that when she chose to save the person she needs and love the most: her best friend Chloe. The blue-haired punk knows she'll always be broken but she now has the strength to hope again, she got the biggest second chance any human could ever ask for: she's still alive and not alone, she won't throw this chance away again. As they mature and discover their feelings for eachother, still enjoying life and dreaming about the future as the teenagers they still are, they are forced to overcome all the tragedies they've been through to build a new life in a new place. But this time they'll make this last forever.
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