Prologue

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I open an empty notebook, twirling my pen in my hand, pondering over what I need to write as my final work. I've been a writer for quite some time, but I decided to put an end to my writing career and concentrate on my family.

I place the tip of the pen at the top of the page; still unsure. Looking around, my eyes fall upon a photo frame seated neatly on my study table. It was from back in the days, when I was in high school, with people most dear to me;

Especially a certain someone.

My mind swirls with the memories, but I push them back. This wasn't the time to be reminiscing the good old times. There's a story that needs to be written. And I was Clearly running out of time. But then I stop and stare at the photo frame.

With a smile, I look back to the empty page that I've been staring at all this time. I've decided.

My final masterpiece is going to be my story to the world.

The story of how Amelia Brooke survived her darkest times.


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