She carried secrets like one does cash in their wallet. Seventeen year old Elaine Winters has been through storm of destruction. So much that being bullied in summers High was equivalent to a hit by a comfy pillow to her.
Alex White on the other han...
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This is the last chapter. so let me go and bawl my eyes out somewhere later.
p.s. if you look closely at the collage you'll notice a bit of whole book events in it.
Enjoy.
Elzina
A child, a young little girl, somany of them yearn and fancy, imagine what would happened if the fairy tale they watched were to ever be real. They slept as their mother read them at night they dreamt of fairy godmothers, princes and miracles.
I never did those as a kid.
My mind was sealed, compact with ideas, logic and reality that I had no time to wonder about the impossibilities, the beauty of being careless, the sense of being hopeful.
I refused to hope for something that was beyond the limits of possibility. It had always been a waste of precious life day to me.
So what promoted me to think of magic wands and some unrealistic world ritual to save me?
I used to laugh at those notions. Why do I crave them now?
Is it because I was way too happy as a kid? Or is it because I am hurting now like never before?
Or is it because the only way I could find to hurt less was to go back in time and stop all that took place?
