Chevelle blew her nose into her tissue, taking a break from her outpouring of emotion.
I can't forget. I need to remember what love is so I can keep being strong. She reached for a new pen, of course it had to be green, Wicken's favorite color, and sighed. Don't be sad. This is the perfect way to tell our story.
She turned the page, and continued to write.
YOU ARE READING
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Science FictionChevelle Donahue thought going into work would be just like any other boring day at the mall. Sure, there was her annoying co-worker Wicken Sanders, and a promotional visit from teen heartthrob Timber Hudson, to watch and keep her entertained. But w...
