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Thank the Gods that I don’t have to go through that hell anymore. I just didn’t care about anyone anymore and slowly they all forgot about me. That’s fine. I may be a broken mess but I’m still here. Still painting my heart out. But in my gut, I know I could and should do better. I always feel like there is more. Like I am only seeing the cover of my own book. I just don’t know how to open it.

I was going crazy. My whole life I wanted to meet the female version of myself... to feel normal for liking another human. When Mr Nova claimed we were all the same person it made sense. She was me. She was the person I had been wishing for my whole life. She had beautiful black hair and these amazing brown eyes. She was absolutely beautiful, far more than when Isla walked onto that stage. Even when she was thin, pale and bent over to throw up.

“Ollie, it's ten-cent wrapping paper. Can't you just tear it up?" I shook my head. "No, I can't." And then a brand-new black leather notebook peeked out at me from the depths of the paper. The smell hit my nose and couldn't be confused with anything else. I opened the clasp and peered inside. All the pages were blank except for the last one. Tatum Evans (your girlfriend) I stared at the message for a while, and maybe I had to do something to suppress the burning sensation in my eyes. This was something that would last. The first physical evidence of our relationship and what was between us.

I hesitate for only a second before stepping inside, the soles of my black stilettos sinking slightly into the plush rug. He doesn’t look up from the leather-bound book in his hands, as his long fingers trace the book absently. He has sharp Italian features, high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass, and lips that look like they were properly moisturised. His dark hair is slightly tousled, as if he’s been running his hands through it, and the sleeves of his white button-down are rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms dusted with fine, dark hair. I clear my throat, the sound small in the expansive room.

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I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

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"Michael, why don't you pick yourself something from the case. Safe to say I'm exchanging the usual one coffee for two? I have a feeling you two kids may want to get to know each other a little bit." Edwardo nodded dumbly, quickly retrieving his phone from where it had fallen on the floor. He offered the cashier a shy smile. Their name was “Michael”… That was definitely a male name. Between that and the voice, there was no denying this very beautiful person standing in front of him was, in fact, a man. He wasn’t gay. He was pretty sure he wasn’t gay. There was just something about this one person in particular that was making him feel things that all of a sudden had him very, very, very conf

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I heard a saccharine voice on the other end. "Alpha Carlen, your little pup is kicking me inside. It's driving me mad…" My heart ached sharply, and I quickened my pace. He didn't follow me again this time. I smiled bitterly, unsure whether to feel relieved or heartbroken. I reached out to my mentor, Hannah Rubio, who had once guided me with such care. "Professor Rubio, I've decided to join your medical research program on Icebound Island." There was a hint of surprise from the other end of the line.