PROLOGUE

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VIOLET LOCKHART

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❝Once you lose someone, it is never the same exact person who comes back.❞

         ❝Why is that?❞

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I sat there on the ground of the train station, my fingers intertwined within each other, my breathing was heavy and I couldn't seem to think straight. Calum was no where to be seen, and after six months of letting him go, letting him free to chase his dreams, he was suppose to be coming home.

Suppose to.

Before he left, when I was with him at the airport, exchanging last hugs and kisses until the next time we meet, I held in all the words I wanted to say, the things I've always wanted to tell him.

This is everything I didn't say.

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