I tried not to fall in love, but it was impossible.
The Lies About Forever, an all-new gut wrenching, friends to lovers, billionaire
romance and the first book in the Impossibly Possible Duet from USA Today
bestselling author Claudia Burgoa is now available!
Lightning can strike the same place more than once.
The first time, it robbed me of my high school sweetheart.
Shattering our forever.
I was just sixteen.
Too young to understand the medical jargon that meant she was gone.
Too naïve to see that forever was nothing but a fairytale.
Now, years later, I meet Ameline.
I tried not to fall in love, but it was impossible.
She gathered all my broken pieces and put me back together.
I knew the only way to keep myself intact was never to love again.
But I fell for the illusion of forever once more.
At least until I lost her.
Now I'm left questioning everything.
What does forever mean when it's built on a foundation of pain and loss?
How do you move on when lightning keeps targeting your heart?
Why bother believing in forever when tomorrow isn’t guaranteed?
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Gabriel
They say lightning never strikes the same place twice, but that’s a myth. In
fact, there’s proof that lightning can strike the same place more than once. For instance,
the Empire State Building in New York City is hit by lightning about twenty-three times a
year. There are also numerous documented cases of individuals or objects being struck
by lightning multiple times.
I should be considered one of those individuals. Even when this lightning is
from an emotional storm, each strike has scorched a part of my soul.
When my high school girlfriend died while vacationing on Bantayan, it felt like
the first bolt had struck. It hit as her father said, “Cardiogenic shock secondary to
myocardial infarction,” when he called my parents to deliver the news.
At sixteen, I couldn’t grasp the medical terms. All I knew was that the girl I
loved, the one I had given a promise ring and planned on spending my forever with, was
gone.
Gone.
And now, years later . . . Well, I’m starting to believe forever is a fucking lie.
It’s a word people love to romanticize—a cruel joke used to dress up hopes
and dreams. It’s just threads of lies and deception.
Loving someone with your whole heart only to lose them? It’s like getting hit
with 100 million volts of electricity at once—your world upended in an instant.
When it happened the first time, I was gutted, left wandering through the
smoking remains of the life we’d planned together.
This time . . . This time is so much worse. I can’t breathe, can’t even feel my
heart beating in my chest. My lungs constrict as if two giant hands squeeze the air from
them.
The pain is paralyzing in its intensity. As I watch the flatline on the monitor, I
collapse onto the floor, doubling over with the force of the pain. It’s too much. I can’t
bear to think of this life without her.
What happened to fucking forever?
What happened to all our promises?
What happened to . . .?
Nothing, of course, because forever is just a fucking fantasy.
Forever is just a seven-letter word for a pain that never fully heals. The kind
that lurks under the surface, ready to ambush you when you least expect it. I wandered
for years in the wasteland she left behind, unwilling to risk that devastation again.
I promised myself I would never love again, but I fell for the fantasy of forever
one more time, and now how am I supposed to survive?
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