Prologue

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4 years ago

She sat in front of her brothers grave holding the stem of a white rose slightly wounding her , while blood dripped down her hands , there was no doubt that her fingers were wounded and painful , but this pain was nothing compared to the pain that she was feeling deep down... she had become numb to such pain. She always hated this feeling, always wanted to get rid of it, she despised the feeling of vulnerability and loneliness with a passion and as much as she wanted to get rid of it she couldn't, it was too much to handle but the pain only lessened When she had him.

He was her everything, he was her life, he was her soul, he was her heart, He was her family and most importantly he was her brother.

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