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    The Triangle of Love – Chapter 11

    Alice: Dana, I always wanted you, but I never thought you could be into me, let alone love me. I have a lot to tell you, and I don’t know how you’ll feel about me when I do, but I want you to know what I’m about to tell you, is all in the past.

    Dana: Okay, I just have one question.

    Alice: Ask away.

    Dana: Do you really think Aidan is cute?

    Alice burst out laughing, causing a look of confusion across Danas face.

    Alice: No, Dana. But I had to try to make my amnesia believable, and anyway even if he was, he’s nothing on you.

    Dana: Oh.

    Dana was now blushing. Alice knew this and reached out to cup Danas face, making her blush even more. Just from Alice’s touch, her cheeks were burning, but in a good way. She cupped Alice’s hand in her own and asked Alice to tell her about her past. She knew this would be hard for Alice, but she wanted to know. She was sure it wouldn’t change anything, but it obviously had a big impact on Alice’s life now. Alice looked down and opened her mouth, to begin talking but nothing came out. She swallowed hard and tried again, this time with success. She looked back up at Dana, determined to keep eye contact throughout the whole conversation.

    Alice: When I was young, my parents weren’t there. My father died when I was 2 years old and my mother never cared for me. I was always pushed off onto the next door neighbour or anyone available at the time. My mother was only bothered about being with the next man she could get her hands on. I got into the wrong group of friends and began shoplifting, taking drugs and drinking alcohol. Luckily I never became addicted, but it still impacted my life. I ended up homeless after my mother found out. She kicked me out at the age of 15 and I had nowhere to go. My ‘friends’ wanted nothing to do with me and I had no other family to contact. It was while I was living on the streets that I discovered my love for writing. I began to write all my feelings down on any paper I could find in the trash, and turned them into stories. I was lucky that someone thought I was good at it too, as I got a job and managed to earn enough money to rent an apartment.

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