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⠀⠀⠀⠀➝ part ⠀⏤ ⠀⸢ 002. ⸥ ⠀⠀⠀•* ╲ hope.
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h o p e ⏤ what a weird name; her parents must have felt brilliant when they chose that s̷i̷l̷l̷y̷ word as a name for their daughter. all-american. hardin suppressed his laughter; she was a nice girl, after all ⏤ and it wasn't her fault that she got that name. ❛you came alone?❜ the brit raised an eyebrow, genuinely i̲m̲p̲r̲e̲s̲s̲e̲d̲. he didn't know anyone who'd attend a party ALONE, including himself.

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she saw right through him ⏤ as if it was patently obvious that hardin didn't feel comfortable in a crowded room with his so called F̷R̷I̷E̷N̷D̷S̷ . that girl ⏤ hope ⏤ she seemed to be special; she noticed things others wouldn't. she seemed to C̲A̲R̲E̲ . ❛i live here. in the frat house, i mean.❜ the boy stated, trying to keep cool and collected. it made him feel uneasy that she could read his face. ever since he came to america, he tried to keep up the walls he built around himself, tried to feel n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ . because deep inside, he was broke, and there was no cure.

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one more sip would be fine ⏤ and before thinking too much about it, hardin drank the whole b o o z e in one go. the stinging liquid burned its way down his throat and spread WARMTH inside of him. it was t̲o̲o̲ ̲e̲a̲s̲y̲ to lose control. ❛well, i'd like to escape from here.❜ he murmured, dropping the red cup on the kitchen counter as his eyes met hope's. ❛would you like to JOIN me? i mean, it would seem that you don't really like this party as well.❜ a light yet crooked smile crinkled his lips.

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could this girl be his way out? hardin couldn't tell ⏤ but taking her away from the party was really important to him. she was too i n n o c e n t and p r e t t y to get caught in either jace's or zed's clutches. sure, hardin w̴a̴s̴n̴'̴t̴ the better option; he could easily break her. but when jace or zed would get her, they would destroy her ⏤ and he wasn't going to let that happen. ❛we can do whatever you want to.❜

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⠀⠀⠀⠀➝ part ⠀⏤ ⠀⸢ 001. ⸥ ⠀⠀⠀•* ╲ hope.
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j e e z! it seemed like the frat house was the only place in the world for parties. it was the same every weekend, almost every DAY. hardin rolled his eyes before setting the worn copy of the great gatsby back on the shelf ⏤ reading made him FORGET about everything around him. when he was reading, he found PEACE, even though it was only for a moment. the loud music echoed through the house ⏤ hardin knew it was time to leave. time to join h̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ that silly party.

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hardin sat himself down on his usual spot, the worn out couch in the giant living room, where the c l i q u e was located. of course they played truth or dare ⏤ the ordinary run of events. the tattooed boy endured the game for some rounds; when it was his turn, he had to KISS someone ( but he didn't mind that ⏤ a kiss like that wouldn't make him feel anything ) and he had to take some shots. so far, so good. but now, before he would freak out, hardin left the room.

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he ACTUALLY wanted to get some fresh air and enjoy the silence for a moment; b u t ⏤ instead of outside, he found himself in the kitchen, pouring whiskey into a red cup. fine, that liquid burned down his throat, but it spread WARMTH inside of him. and it could make him forget.

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suddenly, a female voice brought him back to REALITY, ripped him out of the trance. hardin almost spilled the whiskey, and so he decided to put the a̶l̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶y̶ bottle down on the counter. his green eyes observed the girl who DARED to talk to him ⏤ she was pretty, kind of. and she didn't seem to be drunk. and, she didn't BELONG there. this party wasn't a place for i n n o c e n t girls like her.

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❛yeah, seems to be.❜ hardin shrugged one of his shoulders; his gaze rested on the girl, scanning her face, her body ⏤ everything. what was she doing at this party? she didn't seem to be a b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ like molly or steph ⏤ not at all. ❛look, i don't think you should be here.❜ he stated, shrugging his shoulder again. ❛on that party, i mean.❜ he added. knowing jace and zed, hardin knew this place wasn't safe for a young beauty like her. ❛who are you here with?❜ he asked out of curiousity ⏤ wondering, who would bring a girl like her to a place like this. a light smile crossed his features, as he finally revealed his name. ❛i'm hardin.❜ and the british accent in his voice was unmistakable.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀➝ part ⠀⏤ ⠀⸢ 001. ⸥ ⠀⠀⠀•* ╲ may.
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ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ⏤ that clamored for a party at the frat house. hardin was immersed in his favorite book ⏤ WUTHERING HEIGHTS by emily brontë ⏤ as the music started. bass chimed through the house, almost raising the roof. hardin threw the worn book through the room, getting himself ready to leave. and before he headed downstairs, the boy made sure to l̲o̲c̲k̲ the door to his room. any of those drunk cretins b̶o̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶d̶? ugh, that was something he didn't even want to think about.

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slow steps brought him downstairs, where the party was in full swing. green-ish eyes wandered about the giant room, trying to find h̶i̶s̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ the people he used to hang out with. hardin plunked down into the worn out couch besides molly ⏤ ugh. they began playing this silly game, ( t r u t h or d a r e ) whilst the room was getting more and more crowded. oh boy, hardin needed a drink ⏤ all of this was just so TAXING.

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the kitchen was the place to be if one wanted a drink. hardin reached for a bottle of whiskey and poured as much as possible into one of those red cups. he rushed for the first sip, welcoming the WARMTH as it burned down his throat. waggly legs led him back to the living room, back to the place he sat before. h̶i̶s̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ molly and the others were gone, probably upstairs to get S T O N E D. such dunces!

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hardin couldn't tell how much time he spent sitting there and sipping the booze, as someone poked him ⏤ wait, who was she again? ❛yeah, sure.❜ he spit out sarcastically; he wasn't someone to dance with. by the way, he hardly knew that girl. she was pretty, yes, but she didn't really arouse his INTEREST. well, those lips could do well for a̷ ̷b̷l̷o̷w̷ ̷j̷o̷b̷ talking ⏤ she was only trying to be nice, right?

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green hues observed the girl, trying to remember her name or where he could know her from ⏤ ❛sorry, who are you?❜ the question slipped over his lips, and he sounded even FRIENDLIER than expected. ❛you shouldn't drink THAT much ⏤ it makes women seem unattractive.❜ his thumb moved along the rim of the mug, as he was nibbling on his lower lip. he was starting to get drunk himself. ❛and you should know: i don't DANCE.❜ he spoke the last word as if he was disgusted by it.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i've read hundreds of novels in my life, most of
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀them claiming that ʟᴏᴠᴇ was the center of the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ. that it could heal any damage inside
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of us. that it was what we needed to survive.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀from darcy to heathcliff, i thought they were
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fools. that love was something f̶i̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶, only
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀found in worn pages of a book. that it was just
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀made up to keep humans full of hope, that i̶t̶ ̶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀w̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶l̶i̶e̶.̶

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but all that changed since i met my elizabeth
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀bennett. i never thought i would find myself
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀c̲o̲m̲p̲l̲e̲t̲e̲l̲y̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲u̲t̲t̲e̲r̲l̲y̲ ̲c̲o̲n̲s̲u̲m̲e̲d̲ by another
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀until her. she took my hand and led me out of
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the darkness and showed me that, whatever
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀our souls are made of, ʜᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sᴀᴍᴇ.
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