"Friends don't kiss each other..." he whispered softly, sucking the skin below your ear, making you moan under him, "but we fuck every day."
What began as a mere curiosity quickly spiraled into a compulsive addiction, an uncontrollable obsession...
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At the mall when she was lost while waiting for her aunt? And, then bumped into a guy who was there with his sweet friend.
Or, the moment she went out with that sweet friend for a day out and had ice cream treat?
Or, when a boy saw her at the bag section in the boutique shop and fell in love with the name he heard?
Or maybe, at the cafe when she met the cute dimple smile boy?
Oh wait! or maybe it's when she danced with a boy at the club?
Um...maybe the encounter at night, when she helped a stranger and became his friend?
Or. the last one? when she shared the fate with the boy who bought the necklace and she surprisingly got the other half?
No...
It started earlier than any of that.
It started with one friend request she accepted without thinking. One text she replied to because she was lonely. One joke she made on her very first day of high school—never realizing that single moment would splinter all their paths, all their hearts, into something they would never be able to untangle.
YJW
YJW: I loved your comments under those posts...you are interesting!
???: those posts are my secret likings🤭
YJW: That's good, maybe you want those dark desires to come true...anyways, can I know your name?
She typed Ell....backpacpace then typed Isa.....backspace and then finally typed.
???: Angel, that's my name. And, You won't ever know what will come true in my life.
YJW: let's see!
There the story of the eight souls started.
Fractured Souls.
🎵Without Me - Halsey 🎵
The eight different scattered souls.
Fractured souls, to be precise.
Because none of them were truly whole when they met her. And she wasn't whole either.
That's why every encounter felt like something fated. Like cracks searching for other cracks to fit into, imperfectly completing each other.
Yes...the story of eight souls, splintered in ways they didn't fully understand yet. That's what they were. Eight lives held together by invisible fractures. Eight hearts that would never be whole again—unless they were together.
