Wilted
Copyright © 2014 Mia Michelle
Cover Design & Photography Copyright © 2014 Michelle White of White Design & Photography
All Rights Reserved, Copyright ©2014 Mia Michelle
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents 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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ISBN-13: 978-1502398796
ISBN-10: 1502398796
Edited by Kathryn McNeill Crane, Indie Express LLC
Formatted by Tara Graphic, www.taragraphic.com
Dedication
T
o the three most incredible loves of my life, may our hearts always beat as one. My cup runneth over.
~M
“
L
ove is like a wilting flower — if you sever the stem providing the nourishment for its growth, it too will wither and die.”
~gbrooks
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“
L
ove is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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~Mark Overby
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S
ometimes we must wilt to find and appreciate our inner beauty. Coming back to life, allows us to celebrate our love.”
~Mia Michelle
Wicked Game
-Sons Of Serendip
Say Something
-A Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera
Stay With Me
- Sam Smith
Am I Wrong
-Nico & vinz
Unconditionally
-Katy Perry
Hold on, We’re Going Home
-Drake feat. Majid Jordan
I Love It
-Icona Pop & Charil XCX
Latch-
Sam Smith
Anywhere For You
-John Martin
Bad
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David Guetta Feat. Showtek & vassy
Problem
-Ariana Grande feat. Iggy Azalea
Chandelier
- Sia
Cry
- Alex Calise
Tunnel Vision
-Justin Timberlake
Here Without You
-3 Doors Down
My Love
-Justin Timberlake
Boom Clap
-Charil XCX
Sleeping With A Friend
-Neon Trees
Possession
-Sarah McLachlan
KYLIE
Love.
Do I believe in it? Of course, I do. As a matter of fact, my mom and dad should be the spokespersons for it. Through the years, I’ve heard the romantic story of how they met, over and over. At fifteen years of age, they instantly fell in love and have been together ever since. To this day, she still calls him her perfect prince charming. When I was a little girl, my mom would tuck me in bed every night with the promise that, one day, I’d find my very own prince. Yes, you’d think I’d believe in fairy tales, that one day my handsome prince would ride in on his valiant horse and sweep me off my feet.
Yeah, right!
Yeah, I’ve fallen in love before. More times than you can count, actually. And every single time that I’ve trusted enough to give my heart away to someone, I find myself later holding it bleeding in my hands. I’m so tired of hurting. So tired of believing in a lie. And then, the day finally came where I made the decision to give up on the idea of fairy tales and to start having some fun.
Fuck Prince Charming. Fuck Happily Ever After.
NIKOLAS
Growing up, people assume that if you live in a big house and can buy anything you desire that you’re happy. People idolized my life, but I would have traded all the wealth to know what it felt like to be part of a family… to know what it felt like to be loved.
My mother loved the high life but definitely not being a mother or wife. With a cheating alcoholic husband, I guess I couldn’t blame her. Nowadays, my dad enjoys his liquor every bit as much as he enjoys his women. I’d never bothered falling in love. Honestly, what’s the point of it? Marriages are a fucking joke! And just the mere idea of a forever after? Well, it’s downright fucking hysterical! All and all, the lesson learned is that you can never trust anyone with your heart. Don’t get attached to people and you won’t hurt when they betray you or walk out the door. That’s the motto I live by, anyways.
So fuck Love. Fuck Happily Ever After. I’m living for right now!
KYLIE
Happy Birthday to me!
Applying another layer of my favorite lip-gloss to my lips, I give myself another check in the long mirror on my closet door. Sure, this dress screams hooker, but it’s my birthday and I’m going to have some fun! I check the time on my phone.
Shit!
I’ve got to get my ass in gear if I’m going to make it to Skylar’s house in time.
If I know that girl at all, she’s going to be dressed like a fucking nun. My best friend has a fucking killer body and yet she chooses to cover it up in some sort of salute to Walmart’s elderly fashion section. It’s why I splurged and bought her a dress for tonight. And whether she likes it or not, she’s wearing the damn thing out to the club. After the week I’ve just had, I want nothing more than to relax, flirt, and let some lucky guy make me forget everything shitty in my life for a night. Hell, I’ll take a couple of hours at this point.
