Sta.sh
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One Day Earlier Emma didn't want to fancy him. She'd watched him progress through university leaving a trail of broken hearts and love sick girls behind him, each with a story more tragic and embellished than the last.One Day Earlier by ~Maiar-Altsoba
She'd be sat in the library, one text book short of tearing her hair out, when she'd hear the name mentioned in hushed tones, followed by a sob. Dexter Mayhew. Whenever she heard the name, she'd close her books, pack her bag and leave. It was hard enough concentrating on an essay about the first Mrs Rochester without trying to take in the latest in the drama that was Dexter.
But despite this attitude and appearance of loving, Emma had nursed
Turn the hour hand back... I looked at him.Turn the hour hand back... by ~Maiar-Altsoba
What he was saying couldn't actually be true.
He couldn't mean it.
We'd had conversations before, when I'd been so low, and so broken that I needed him to hold me together. I'd always bit my lip, feeling the smile and relief explode out of me that he was still here, saying these things to me. I'd still be crying, fresh tears would keep falling, but I'd be smiling and he'd be holding me safe in his arms and I knew it would all be ok.
But this time it was different.
He was saying all the things he normally did, but he was avoiding looking at me too hard.
And then he said the killer- the words which were going to resound i
Letter 1 Dear Best Friend,Letter 1 by ~Maiar-Altsoba
I miss you.
I really really miss you.
Now I've made it sound like your dead- but you're not. We're just losing touch. I guess it comes down to growing up, doesn't it? We're all just a counter on a chess board, the pawns. We all start so close, then we all move away.
I've never forgotten the strange things we did as kids.
Pretending to be twins, knowing that we really looked nothing alike! The only thing which matched in our appearance was our height…aside from that we were as different as chalk and cheese.
Do you remember when you told me the fairies were in your garden? That they lived in the shed? Not to mention
Joy 
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