Prologue
I sit up in the bed, bored with my book. I take a deep breath of the warm
Australian air in December that's seeping into the room through the open window. I turn on the TV hanging a few feet above the largely sized bedroom that I'm staying in. I switch the channel to the news channel. Yeah, I know, it might be obnoxiously boring, but that's how I learn what's happening, ya know?Thankfully, the only story I'm really interested in is on. I watch as the FBI agent makes his amazingly false statement.
Apparently, I'm dead.
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Missing (Luke Hemmings)
Fanfiction"I've never stopped loving her. I still love her. I'm not even sure if she's alive and I'm so in love."