Dear Reader,
I don't know who you are. But someone told me you were a good listener. So I'm writing this to you. And I'm not sure what I want you to feel, or do. But all I want, for right now, is someone to listen. Just someone to hear what it is that I have to say, because I'm not sure that there's anybody who really does that in this world anymore. Maybe, one day, when my story has come to an end, and there's nothing left for me to tell to you, you'll write to someone, and you'll tell them your story, and they'll listen, just like you're listening to me.
Love,
Aria
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Teen FictionAria Cole doesn't believe in happily ever after's. With her hope slowly disappearing, she fights against herself, slowly breaking at the seams. She knows only one thing: good things end badly; good things only get ruined. Good things end in cryin...
