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The World Will Never Know...

What are norms? What are boundaries for? Is there a line between friendship with many forms? And if it wasn't meant to be crossed, what is it for? Zeanne and Craige's friendship grew from secrets they unintentionally shared, blossoming into a cherished camaraderie tinged with hues of affection. Yet, the past haunts them like a thief in the night, and it's not enough for only one to stand and fight. It's a war with many losing battles, needing to be fought with all or nothing. Can she free herself from the past someday? Can he continue fighting without letting go? For if they fold their cards and never play, The World Will Never Know... *** Join us on Discord: https://discord.gg/NUthMFb6Ae #NeverLettingGo #PinkiePromise *** This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, events, and incidents portrayed in this book are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Missing You

He frowned at Ameera as soon as Zeanne left but the other just smiled. 

"Don't be such a baby, Craige. She's not going anywhere." Ameera probed at the wound and disinfected it. "This definitely hurts a lot. How did you manage to endure it?"

'Oh, I didn't. I secretly popped pain relievers before leaving the house.' But he didn't say that out loud. He instead asked with a polite tone."How have you been?"

And hers was friendly. "I've been great. Thanks for asking. I heard you just got back from the military?"

"Yeah." He said while looking at the curtain, wondering what was taking Zeanne so long.

Then he heard Ameera chuckle which made him turn his attention to her. "What's funny?"

She smiled at him. "The two of you. It's been what… ten years? And you're both still the same."

"What do you mean?"

She shook her head. "That's for you to figure out."

He stared at the top of her head. 'I have too much on my plate to be bothered.'