The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname



Her first love came from the stars far more literally than Liz had ever imagined possible before Max had healed her, then revealed his secret. Of course, star-crossed lovers were the ones who were not meant to be.

It felt like stars bursting inside her when they kissed, when they even so much as touched. She saw stars when they lingered and reached for that other sight together. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to love anyone the way she loved Max.

Liz listened to his future self, hurting as she figured out how she could let him go.


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