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Drugs.
I ran to them, I ran with all my life for that feeling of being numb. Not being able to feel the fucking heart wrenching pain of losing your soulmate.
Drugs.
I wish I could say they fixed everything and now I'm not hurting, but that's a fucking lie.
They barely numb it, I still feel it all.
They just make it slightly easier to deal with so I don't off myself.
You're only nineteen Vincent, what do you know about love or soulmates?
I'm only nineteen and I know it all, I've felt what real love feels like at seventeen years old. I knew it when I met Grace Larsen.
When we were finally together, it was only close to five months before—you know.
Even though it was a short amount of time, it was no fucking measure to what happened and what I felt in that time.
We went through everything, together.
She saw past the trash I knew and thought I was, I'm glad I was stupid enough to give in to her.
She's the first person who made me feel like I wasn't better off dead, she made me feel like I was cared about and loved, loved so fucking hard.
She was incredible, and her heart was too big for her own good. I was probably the worst person to have a crush on at that time.
The time where I started going off the edge, but then I met her.
The little blonde, with gorgeous blue eyes, a magazine worthy smile with lips of an angel. She was always smiling and she was goofy, and so alive.
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Forgetting The Bad Boy
RomanceBook |1| of the Bad Boy Series Completed: March 29th, 2020. Have you ever had a familiar feeling with someone you've never met? If so, welcome to what Grace Larsen's senior year felt like. Since her accident, she's lost memory of almost her entire j...
