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I found myself in a field of dandelions. The moon and stars were shining down on my. I felt at peace. I pulled a piece of parchment and my quill out of my bag and started to write.

𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬,

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐏.𝐒. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

- 𝐈𝐯𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐱𝐨𝐧

I wrote a letter. It had my two biggest secrets in it. I was going to send it to someone, Alana Kingston. She was like my second mother. She would know the right thing to do.

I then got out another piece of parchment and began writing.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐱𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬,

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭...

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