Anastasia's POV:
Death. It's natural, and it happens. Just like how a cat can die the same way a star can. But that doesn't mean I have to be ok with it. My mother died when I was 15 and I needed her the most. I'm 23 now and still lost. I loved her with everything I had. Shit, she was the only one I had left. The way she died, it was like she... vanished. One moment she was there and the next she wasn't. I left my home town a few months after. All I can remember is my best friend begging me not to leave. I couldn't stand it, I had to go. Now I'm an empty shell of the old Ana. A cold, hopeless void. Very stark difference compared to the shy, Ana that was a ball of sunshine. Shit who likes being a ball of sunshine. It was exhausting. Now I can barely go a minute at a party or club without wanting to run out and go back home to my cat. Sometimes I wonder if there's something more fore me...
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Who She Was: A story about a woman who was lost.
RomanceAnastasia has been through some extreme ups and downs. After the death of her mother, her first decision was to run. Thats all she knows how to do. Run from her high school sweetheart and his betrayal. The disappointed eyes of her best friend. But s...
