Where We're From

Where We're From

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Feb 24, 2017
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Romance
FIRST OF ALL THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY. Some might think so, however it is not I assure you. Quin. Shay. She's grown up in a conserved house. He's grown up in a total girl fest. Being totally different people with no idea what's really ahead, they find troubles and their lives slowly start to twine together. They meet. They find their similarities and total opposites. However, life happens. Maybe a little more than romance on the way. You never know what life (and utter love) have to offer.
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I was never the cool girl. Never the centre of attention. Hell, the first party I ever went to was because Kheli dragged me there when I was seventeen. Oh, Kheli... Kheli was my first love. My first everything. But once we finished high school, we parted ways. My plans were very clear: go to university, have fun, go to parties, maybe fool around at some point when missing Kheli got too much for me to handle. I don't know - the typical university life you see in movies. However, it was nothing like that. I was struggling to keep up with my assignments, my classes, all the drama, the parties, Kheli, the people, Pokémon Go - everything. I couldn't keep up with any of it. And then... Eleanor Williams did what she does best. She came out of nowhere and planted herself right in the middle of my world. And like a very fucking annoying tree, she set down roots and refused to move. And then I found myself - God, kill me now - enjoying being around Eleanor Williams. I found myself watering the fucking tree even when I knew it would only make the roots grow deeper, until there was no way of pulling it out. (Yes, sometimes I make very shitty metaphors. You'll get used to it.) But just because I was, much to my dismay, enjoying Eleanor Williams's company didn't mean she wanted me around.

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