❝music was the only thing that illuminated their darkness, but now, it was the souls of each other.❞
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A U T H O R ' S N O T E
Hello, beautiful angels. Thanks for choosing Indra to be your next story to read. Hope you're having a good day/night. A warning before we start:
This story will contain: mention of death, toxic family members, mental health, self-hate, smoking, underage drinking, strong language, and sexual content.
[might add more as the story progresses]
If any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable, then I suggest you shouldn't read on.
Thanks for giving this story a try, and if you don't like it, simply just click off :).
My writing is not the greatest, so if you see any grammar mistakes please feel free to correct me.
No rude comments in the comment section. I will delete them if I see any.
The love interest speaks french sometimes so when he does, I use google translate. Just letting it out there because google translate could be wrong.
Some stuff may be cringy, just wanted to give a warning.
Okay, don't want you to die from boredom so let's continue on with the characters.
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Indra
Romantikmusic was the only thing that illuminated their darkness, but now, it was the souls of each other.