Shattered Then Loved

ated mo

of everything she'd lost. Every sunrise was a new day, a new chance,

ent, brushing against her bare arms. She stood there, coffee untouched in her hands, staring ou

in eight months. No

ed the feel of the brush. But her soul?

t," she whispe

igan tighter and tur

elieve in se

anym

otorcycle, and a scar beneath his collarbone no one ever saw. It was eas

n't ru

run. Now he

ed paint and a sign that read "Dave's Garage" in faded white letters. Dave was a frie

aid gruffly, pushi

the counter. "Don't care. C

dded.

u start

ouls sat alone-just a few streets apart-completely unaware that

e'd burn. Her fingers lingered over a page where she

g to the low hum of his motorcycle cooling down. He

longed f

would come if they eve

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rlow Bay, something stirred. Somethi

contin

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1 a bit longer and add the