Description
"Oblivion is bliss. I missed not knowing about it, which sounds insane to admit, but before I realized what was going on when I wasn't around, our relationship was striking red. Not anymore. Now it was grey. It was dead and so was I. At least, that's how I feel." Anna Jeanne Andrews, a socially awkward twenty-three year old now lives with her aunt and cousin in the glamorous suburbs of Broxville, New York. He was nice, yes in his personality, but also everywhere else. Nice to look at, nice to touch, nice to listen to. She unquestionably was in deep like with him but refused to admit it to herself, or to anyone, until he got her alone. And everything was good, everything was perfect. But of course, all good thing must come to an end, right?
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