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We were two parts of a storm. I was the calm before, and he was the destruction left afterwards. Together, we managed to combine forces to create something completely, terrifyingly beautiful. Together, if felt like we conquered the world. When in reality, we only conquered the demons in our minds. Together, we were imperfectly perfect. / / / / Poppy lives a simple life. In her mind, it's perfect. She couldn't think of anything she would want to change. She's Captain of the Dance team and has a smoking-hot new boyfriend. Her grades are at an A average and both of her parents are home by 5 everyday. She would never, in a million years wish for it to change in any way. But it does. River Emory was an enigma. A riddle. A puzzle. A mystery. Something that needed to be figured out. He was quiet, passive and intriguing - to Poppy, at least. She always hated puzzles, but for some reason, she couldn't find it in her to hate him. The only thought that could run through her mind when she saw him was a question. Who was River Emory? And why the hell did he have to stay in the spare bedroom of her house?
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