Love heals all wounds.
I think I read that in a book somewhere.
Like magic, it fills each broken cavern with its sugary sweetness and mollifying warmth and like a bandage you're healed.
I held onto that dream for so long, I prayed that if I just experienced it once that maybe, just, maybe I could break free from my past and walk tall.
But what the book doesn't tell you is, love isn't always sweet.
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Talking to strangers
FanfictionSometimes life can feel like an endless cycle of disappointments. Hinata at her lowest finds herself at a strange bar, where she meets a blond stranger. " You know I get you don't know me, but sometimes talking to a stranger is just what you need wh...
