My life before October eighth was full of smiles and laughs. It was a life that I was proud of.
My family would say I was at my peak, thriving. The happiest they had ever seen me.
But good things only last for so long.
Now I was a hollow shell, waiting for something to make me feel again. Anything. I was numb, hardened, quiet, way too quiet.
Long gone are the days of my pure optimism, my dream of one day changing the world, leaving this town and making my parents proud of me.
I am no longer Elodie with the perfect smile, I am now Elodie with a broken spirit and a haunting past.
I long for October seventh. It was the last good day.
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RomanceElodie Daniels was the girl next door. Beautiful, kind, effortlessly brilliant. But that was before October eighth. She was no longer any of those things. She was mean, hardened, changed. She hated everything except writing. Writing made her feel...
