I couldn't sleep that night, so I grabbed my phone and put a song. This song was "holding out for a hero" by Elle Mae Bowen. Even though I didn't see the movie that went along with the song it meant a lot to me. I sang quietly along with it. Then the tears came rolling. After the song finished, I whisper, "me too." The tears hot on my face. I play the song again and really listen. I understand. I whisper into the darkness, "where's my hero?"
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Story beginnings :)
RandomThis is a book where there are parts of random stories...they are not connected. They are beginnings of stories that will never become, hence the name "story beginnings". Not all parts will be the beginning, but most will. There might be one or two...
