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The rest of my patchwork were meaningless tattoos. I\u2019d only gotten them so that I could stop hyper-fixating on the reasons why I inked my skin in the first place. Jace knew I had them now. My only hope was that he was too wasted to remember what he saw. Maybe he just assumed they were for the aesthetic, I mean, I could always lie and say that was the case.<\/p>\n

But ever since Halloween, I avoided interactions with him at all costs. I skipped the classes I had with him last week to catch up on school work, only attending my Tuesday seminar which was environmental media. Paying attention for the first time in two months was a blessing because the content wasn\u2019t actually half bad. Prof. Barnaby was a wholesome old man who pronounced every syllable and wore colourful suspenders.<\/p>\n

Today was no different. I sat down next to the printers at the back of the class, scrolling through a Pinterest board of photography ideas when the chair pulled out next to me. \u201cThis seat taken?\u201d the voice asked. Before I even decided to look up, I rolled my eyes. \u201cThat\u2019s such a line.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was an honest question.\u201d Huh. My interest was piqued because the mystery stranger still hadn\u2019t sat down. I was met with a set of leaf-green eyes, a tallish man with brown hair, a plaid overcoat and a varsity tee underneath. His curls were covered underneath a black ballcap and a key chain hung around his neck. \u201cSit,\u201d I smiled, wondering why I\u2019d never seen him before. Oh wait, it\u2019s because my mind has been consumed by Jace Boland for the past sixty days. \u201cI\u2019m Vince, by the way.\u201d<\/p>\n

He opened up his laptop, an Asus covered in random stickers, and turned to me. \u201cBlu, right?\u201d \u201cEveryone seems to know me before I know them,\u201d I stuck out my hand to shake his. \u201cBlu Henderson, yeah.\u201d His palm was soft against mine. \u201cWith a name like Blu, it\u2019s kind of hard to forget.\u201d \u201cAnd the hair,\u201d I twirled a cobalt lock around my finger.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t forget the hair.\u201d He placed a hand over his heart as if he were wounded. It made me chuckle. \u201cI could never,\u201d he said. His smile was cute, no dimples though. Not like Jace. \u201cI\u2019m glad I finally got the chance to talk to you. You always sit alone.\u201d \u201cWell, I was sitting alone before you came along so nothing\u2019s really different.\u201d He leaned back, taking off his cap and flipping it backwards.<\/p>\n

\u201cTouch\u00e9. Was it wrong of me to sit here?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s a free country, love. Sit where you want.\u201d \u201cLove,\u201d he smiled.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Cover design by: Marie-France Leger 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Title Page Copyright Part One. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Chapter Forty Chapter Forty-One Chapter Forty-Two Chapter Forty-Three Chapter Forty-Four Chapter Forty-Five Chapter Forty-Six Chapter Forty-Seven Chapter Forty-Eight Chapter Forty-Nine Chapter Fifty Chapter Fifty-One Chapter Fifty-Two Chapter Fifty-Three Part Two Age 25 Age 23 Age 25 Age 25 Age 23 Age 26 Alternate Ending Mental Health Resources 1kitap1.com\/en Author Playlist Cry \u2013 Cigarettes After Sex Romantic Homicide \u2013 d4vd True Blue \u2013 Billie Eilish Afraid \u2013 The Neighbourhood Somebody Else \u2013 The 1975 Reflections \u2013 The Neighbourhood Into It \u2013 Chase Atlantic I Miss The Days \u2013 NF Way Down We Go – KALEO I Don\u2019t Love You \u2013 My Chemical Romance Those Eyes \u2013 New West Moral Of The Story \u2013 Ashe You Broke Me First \u2013 Tate McRae Mercy \u2013 MO Remember That Night \u2013 Sara Kays We Might As Well Be Strangers \u2013 Keane Say Something \u2013 A Great Big World A Hue of Blu Disclaimer If you\u2019re looking for a light, happy romance with a perfect ending, then this may not be the book for you.<\/p>\n

It deals with realistic situations and traumas. If that is something that you\u2019re interested in, I\u2019ll be happy to see you along this journey of healing, heartbreak and growth. Be kind to your heart, my darlings. Mar. To everyone stuck in a room void of light \u2013 Be brave enough to open the blinds. There is a world full of colour beyond the walls of your mind. TW: Alcoholism, toxic relationships, mental health (specifically depression and BPD), body image, self- harm, mentions of OW\/OM, and loss of a parent.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en PART ONE. Graduation Year \u201cI live; I die; the sea comes over me; it\u2019s the blue that lasts.\u201d Virginia Woolf 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE Blu Year Four\/Week One – Present \u201cReservation\u2019s at eight, right Carter?\u201d I gripped my phone tightly, following the path of a fellow York student. Her hair was in a gelled, long braid, swaying back and forth like a boomerang. And then it hit me in the face. \u201cJesus Christ,\u201d I muttered. She didn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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