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Ellie: Okay counting my blessings here, cough with a pinch of salt cough. I got into my dream college but my father hates me for it. I am finally confident enough to wear what I want without letting others affect my choices, but people still ridicule me for it. I am slowly letting go of what happened at high school, but even a small whisper triggers me - so that one might not be a blessing. Yet - and the best one is I think I might have found my soulmate, BUT a platinum blond, reckless street racer who wears leather jacket even in the Boston heat, tries to actively sabotage it. Guess you can't have it all. Logan: There is not a parallel universe in which I wouldn't be grateful for my grandma and the shit she has to put up with; I'd go to ends of the world for her, and I do what I have to do, to make sure she never faces the person who single handedly ruined all of our lives, ever again. And as fun as it sounds, being the moody guy who breaks everything and is a living terror for everyone except his family, inwardly I am trying with force of all the Gods above to not be whipped by a girl who wears tennis skirts and glittery clips. The aesthetic doesn't really match with my leather jacket. But what else am I supposed to do when she's trying so hard to fill the delusion in her head and fall for the rich clown of the class, except tell her that she can do better. Is this what is called a saviour complex? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Updates on Saturday! The sequel of the story 'Amore' is 'All I See' which is already published, complete but unedited on my profile. Can be read as stand-alone.
Amore
