Prologue
Present
January 5, 2013
10:29 AM
It has been seven years since the accident. Seven years of dreaming it still. Seven years of waking up in the middle of the night dripping in sweat from the nightmares it still gave me.
I still remember the first night I wrote in this book, my journal really, seven years ago, and all the time since then that I have been writing in it all that have happened. I still remember the shouting, the calls for help, excruciating pain, broken glass everywhere the smell of smoke suffocating me. Blood. Blood all around us; lots and lots of it mine and Emily’s.
Emily
Her name still gives me extreme pleasure whenever I think about her. My Emily, the love of my life, the love that was painfully torn from me…
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أدب المراهقينDavid Coast was perfect; perfect body, perfect face, perfect grades, and perfect family. Basically a perfect life, all revolving around the most perfect girl. The love of his life; his Emily. After being together for nearly four years you’d think fa...
