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  • Time 8h 28m
Complete, First published Aug 11, 2020
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𝘍π˜ͺ𝘭𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘣π˜ͺ𝘴𝘬- π˜‹π˜’π˜―π˜ͺ𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳π˜₯ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘩π˜ͺ𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣π˜ͺ𝘒 
π˜—π˜©π˜ͺ𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣π˜ͺ𝘒- 𝘧𝘦𝘒𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘒𝘭𝘭π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 π˜ͺ𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

She is quirky, sassy, wild and a badass. Her mantra is IDK, IDC and IDGAF. Her favorites are coffee, swearing and black color. She is π”Όπ•π•œπ•’ 𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕀π•₯π•’π•šπ•£. 

18 year old Elka never thinks, more like never cares, about her love life. She is contented with being single for ages. But one fine day, a reality comes knocking on her door that has been kept locked by her for 4 years after a life changing incident. And that reality brings back memories of her horrendous past, hitting her with the epiphany that she isn't an aromantic she thinks to be, but a phobic. 

𝔸 π•‘π•™π•šπ•π• π•‘π•™π• π•“π•šπ•”.

Her deranged life takes a roller coaster ride when she meets π”»π•’π•Ÿπ•šπ•€π•™ β„π•šπ•§π•–π•£π•’, the only guy that can make Elka's blood run all the way to her cheeks and wakes the butterflies in the pit of her stomach that has been in deep slumber for aeons. But Elka finds her eyes welling up even more and hard to breathe when Danish gives her euphoric moments along with some bitterness. Bitterness that makes her on the verge of breaking down into millions of uncollectible pieces, again. 
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