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The beginning of the book might seem like a regular love story to you, so please don't be biased. The lack of time and place concepts might be confusing. I wanted it to be a bit challenging. I could have used fancy sentences to describe it in detail, but I chose to write it this way for the sake of fluency and to prevent you from getting bored. I hope you enjoy it. Happy reading."

[Featured by wattpad romance, teen fiction, young adult and psychologicalnovel] Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy. * * * from some of my readers of this book, thanks❤- ❝I LOVE YOUR STORY OKAY. THIS STORY AND YOUR WRITING- IT GIVES ME HOPE YOU KNOW.❞ - aimawrites ❝This is so different than so many stereotypical stories on here and i'm so glad i read it.❞ -lepus_leporis ❝They're both so poetic and beautiful and perfect for each other. GAHHhh I love them.❞ - alycecaswell ❝The way she vividly describes the world makes me so happy. Heat keeps rushing to my cheeks in pure euphoric joy. This book is making me so grateful for everything around me and I never want it to end.❞ - nylammeeyn [highest rank: 7 in sad] [cover by soulanatomy]

I'm writing this in hopes that it helps someone who is going through something similar or has had a similar experience. In this book, some chapters may be long some may be short. It's going to talk about my experience with marriage, a relationship that followed after I separated from the ex husband, and a major event in 2024 that not only turned everything upside down, but opened my eyes and mind up to things I knew were there, but didn't think to much of. Some chapters will be long or short. This is a small book, nothing major it will only contain seven chapters.

growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest

How did we get to this? Or rather, when? After you, I realized that time, circumstances, or simply us, because we are not perfect beings, but we try to be the best version of ourselves day by day, can be destined to be together and last as long as we are willing. Nostalgia flooded my body when I passed by our quiet, lonely, and green park, the one that welcomed us when we were together, just you and me. I saw that old, worn-out bench sitting empty; it was impossible not to remember the afternoons we spent there, laughing, dreaming, enjoying each other's company. From the moment I saw you that coincidental day, I knew that love had finally arrived in my life, and I will continue to stand by your side as your wife until my body can no longer go on.

I'm not sure how to start this; to be honest, I'm not even sure how to write this. If there's one place we can start, my brain, the most fragile yet sacred thing I've ever owned. Again, I'm unsure how or where to start with this, but let's start by being honest. I think a lot, and I'm sure you do too, so let's think together. (this is an original piece)

I love the beginnings of stories. Whether it be a book or a movie, I enjoy the opening scenes the most. Because they hold all the promises of what is to come; unburdened by commitment or baggage. Beginnings are full of hope. This story is an exception. Because the beginning of it is a sad one. It's the ending, however, that makes this story worthwhile. It's been several years since these events occurred and I have spent the majority of that time contemplating how best to share this story. Why? Because stories are important and everyone has one. This one is mine...

There is no telling exactly how life will unfold as it will. My journey seems as if it has just begun, but I understand that my journey has already taken many of years for it to unfold as it has to this point. This is only a start to a new path for me to travel. It does not render all previous paths useless, but rather, it only closes the book on one in order to open and unveil a new one in return. It is yet a continuation of a previous story, but the beginning and end of a story in of itself. It only yields itself to the true nature of the story, which is the waving in and out of all stories intertwined with each other with each passing moment. I shall reveal the stories that are hidden and guide the reader to understand the intricate stories revealed in my lifetime, at least one in particular that I find particularly intriguing. It is a story that I have searched for all of my life, and it is a story that is only beginning to take shape. I leave this note in peace. - Jon

"We were never meant to last... but we couldn't stay away." They met in high school-young, reckless, and hopelessly in love. When it all fell apart, they thought that was the end. But some love stories refuse to stay buried. When they find their way back to each other, it isn't the fairytale they once dreamed of. Love turns toxic, passion turns destructive, and together, they become the worst versions of themselves. How far will they go before they finally break for good? Or is this the kind of love that never really dies, no matter how much it burns?

Follow Estavir, an analogue for my psyche as he goes on a metaphorical journey, a climb up Mt.Sensan-Ghi. This book and its running narrative as well as other short stories were created as a way for me to work through my burnout. This is my first published work of fiction. It was conceptualised during a burnout I experienced back in 2017. With support from family, friends and a professional with whom to talk, I tried working through the burnout over the period of a year. At each stage of my journey I created a story to help me process. It's bizarre, a bit dark slightly existential and close to my heart. Please enjoy.