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Prologue.

One month ago.

The plaza at noon was rumored to be an attraction for lovers and friends. Every place to sit, eat or chat was taken up by dozens of beaming people gazing at one another with either friendly warmth or admirable affection.

Yet, you and I were here alone.

But the memory that was engraved into my mind was your messy hair and the moment our glossy eyes met.

Mine were bloodshot from the ugly cries I let out approximately two minutes ago. But yours? Yours faded from anger, to confusion then lastly, curiosity.

I could tell you were scrutinizing me and that's when I fled, leaving you in the sea of people to fend for yourself.

But little did I know, was that I'd see you again.
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And so it begins...

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