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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙉𝙤𝙖𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙.

𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐’𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴. 

𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘕𝘰𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦, 𝘕𝘰𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰-𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? 

𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵…

 

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“What an idiot I was.” She huffed a watery breath. “To believe you were getting the hint, getting why I had to do what I did. To believe a real happy ending could happen to me.” Her mouth pinched into a thin line before she mumbled, mostly to herself, “I was so naïve.”

I stared at her dumbly as she waited for my reply.

“Noah, I’ve been trying to talk myself out of misjudging you, of not giving you a fair chance.” She twisted her fingers.

“You made it feel so real, this affection for me.”

My fists clenched, the fingers digging into my flesh. With as much restraint as I could muster against these hurtful

accusations, I answered, “Alda, I think you should take a moment and listen to me before you say something both of us will regret.”

“Regret what? Saying to your face how you left me when I needed you?”

Evidently, grudges were indiscriminate and they dug roots down in both our souls. 

She hid her face with her palms then raked her fingers through her hair, slowly moving her gaze from the covers to me.

“Why are we doing this, Noah? Huh? What am I to you? Am I a toy? A plaything to use and then write stories about?”

If words could kill, I’d be bleeding to death on the floor right then and there.

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Read the First Chapter HERE!

 

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Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.

One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.

From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.

When she's not swooning over book boyfriends, she's practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.

   

 

 

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