Caroline Allen.
Smart.
Kind.
Beautiful.
Her beauty inevitably attracted the eyes of males.
Males like Ellis grove and Jordan Felix.
Read as Caroline is forced to choose between two
Loving.
Unique.
And sexy males.
But also undeniably toxic.
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The dark sky shooting massive droplets of water down to earth seems to perfectly portray how I feel inside.
For the majority of my life I've felt like a walking fuck up. Everything I touched would break into pieces almost instantly. Anyone I talked to would walk away and completely ignore my presence. So over time I learned to embrace it. I taught myself to not feel hurt nor happiness since it won't last forever. Everything is bound to end, therefore what's the point in trying?
Whether you're wealthy and thriving or sick and poor, in the end we all have the same fate. That's the motto that played in my head nonstop for years.
But lately I've found the motto to be quiet. Almost completely faint. It's so quiet that I rarely here it anymore, only when I'm around cara does it completely disappear.
That woman does something to me and I can't figure out what.
She doesn't fancy me for I don't shower her with compliments or buy her flowers but still the image of her smiling in my room that one morning is always in the back of my mind. The thought of her feeling pain, that isn't inflicted by me makes a strong emotion to erupt inside of me.
Perhaps I'm ill or simply delirious, but either way I know of one thing.
Caroline makes me happy.
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Her soft curls are sprawled out on my chest and her delicate hands grip my shirt tightly.
Since I arrived I haven't uttered a word. I just walked in and pulled her frame into my arms.
This is so unlike me yet I can't help myself.
She was confused of course but luckily she somehow got the message that I didn't want to talk. And I am grateful got that.
She stirs against me before slowly opening her eyes to reveal a beautiful vibrant green. Even through all the horrible words I uttered towards her and the endless amount of tears she has shed because of me she still manages to hold a worried look in her expression.
"Are you okay?" She whispers out into the silent room. Her lips are slightly tilted downwards and her eyebrows are pushed together a bit. I nod, providing her with a truthful answer. Having her in my arms rather then in another man's makes me feel more then okay.
"Do you want to talk? I'm a good listener." She giggles softly.
I smile, momentarily letting my guard down.
"It's four a.m. Go back to sleep, love."
My deep baritone voice greatly contrasts hers, it's almost comical.
