This is Book Three in LOST AND FOUND SERIES but can be read as a STAND ALONE.
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Being kept in the shadows and away from
the dangerous life her family lived, Eirene Azalea Petrakis is the epitome of innocence. A beauty as captivating as hers, is b...
"Tell me what you want to hear, Something that will light those ears. Sick of all the insincere, I'm gonna give all my secrets away."
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"On my mo-mother's funeral. That boy. It was, it was you." She whispered in a broken voice.
I furrowed my eyebrows at her but before I could say something, she spoke once again.
"You hugged me and you told me how brave I am and that I will get through it."
And as if lightning struck me, at that moment, it all suddenly came back to me.
Flashback
Dad, can we leave now?" I asked while rolling my eyes.
He looked down at me, disapprovingly, "Dar! We're at a funeral."
"I didn't even know her, dad." I complained.
"We'll leave in a bit." He said and turned to talk to a man.
I sighed in defeat and stood there for another five minutes before wandering off to nowhere in particular. I came across a hallway and started walking in its direction.
There was a room on the right side and it was empty. I continued to walk, not wanting to be snoopy, but my feet halted outside another room on the right.
The door was slightly ajar and I saw a small figure sitting beside the window, on the floor. I peeked inside to see a girl whose blonde hair fell down her back and her body shook with sobs. I couldn't see her face as it was buried in her tiny hands.
Before I could decipher my actions, my feet strode towards her and I sat down on my knees.
"Hey." I whispered while placing a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up and I nearly gasped.
She was so adorable.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand and blinked at me.
"What happened?" I questioned.
Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes once again and she started sobbing, "M-My m-moth-er passed a-away." She told.
In that instant, I felt bad for her. She was a child, so young. Nobody deserves that.
Throwing the rational side of my brain out of the window, I hugged her and said, "It's going to be alright. You're such a brave girl. With time, you will learn to cope with it. I believe in you."
She sniffled and gripped the front of my shirt, in response.
"Your p-parents let you get a tat-tattoo?" She asked in a small voice.
