Prologue

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Marsy

- As smooth as the luxurious sheets that held us, James' skin bared with my own. Our sin smothering the air around us.

How I yearned for us to stay like this forever, yet I knew time was ticking for the small little bubble we called our world.

I would cry, but hey that nothing lasts forever.

My theory came true, when the girl came.

I could rant how destructive she was, but that would pointless as everything would seen accuminlate on its own.

It's funny how everything would alter from the time James and all our friends helding the so-called greatest parties of our teenage lives to saying goodbye for the last time.

All thanks to Ezra.

How ironic life could turn.

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