❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily.
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The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets...
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The older I get the more that I see My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me And loving is hard, it don't always work You just try your best not to get hurt — Older by Sasha Alex Sloan
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The air was suffocating.
"How are you feeling?" asked Nana.
"I'm fine," I answered.
I wasn't even close to being okay. Days have passed, and yet my heart still felt like it had been filled with sand, weighed down together with all my sorrows. I had been avoiding them — avoiding the conversation that would take place. They were all liars.
"Summer, we had to protect you."
Gramps' words sliced through me, and I sighed. "I know. Mom always said that the elites were never to be fully trusted."
"It's not only that."
"I don't want to hear it," I snapped, my anger flowing as I met his gaze in a glare. "I don't want to know, and I don't want to hear your excuses."
I stormed out of the dining hall without looking back, passing through the wide, tall hallways until I reached the front door. Everyone in this damned house was a liar. I wanted to get as far away from everything as possible.
It was pouring heavily, and the long driveway was clouded with a thick layer of fog, concealing everything in its wake.
I sprinted down the steps, nearly losing my balance in the process. Then I dashed through the fog and under the rain, desperately searching for the freedom I had yearned for my whole life. I couldn't care less that I was running barefoot. I didn't care about the rain, or the cracking of lightning, and the roars of thunder. I didn't care about the fog that blocked off my sense of sight. I knew these roads like the back of my hand.
I reached the main gate in no time, panting heavily as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I was tired of running away from my problems, but that was exactly what I was doing. I went to Brickfields to find the truth about my mother, and now that it was being handed to me on a silver platter, I was shutting it down.
