What's left of me

What's left of me

Janis Ross

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Love is many things sometimes it comes into our life and saves us other times it breaks us. When we fall in love we lose a part of us because we become the person we think they want us to be. What happens when we build our whole world around that person and they leave? We are left to pick up the broken pieces of our shattered heart to give the next person what's left.

What's left of me Chapter 1 What's left of me

Prologue

Have you ever had your heart broken? I don't mean puppy love kind of stuff. I mean when it breaks you feel like you're dying. It feels like your no longer complete. Like life will never be the same again. Like a piece of you is missing.

That's how Adriana felt after losing Josiah. He was her everything. She built her entire world around him. Now that he was gone, she felt like an empty shell. She was sure she wouldn't be able to go on.

That was until Luciano stepped into her life. It was like he showed up when she needed him the most. Will she open her heart, and let him in? Can Luciano prove to her that not all men are the same.

Can Adriana give Luciano what's left of her heart? They say love can conquer all. So, with patience and demanding work even the most impossible things can become possible.

Or will Josiah come back, and ruin Adriana's chance at love and happiness? Men always want what someone else has. Love, Pain, heartache, and that's just in the first chapter. Love can be beautiful and passionate, but it can also be painful and soul wrenching. You just have to decide if it's worth it.

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