November 11, 1995
I was in the library, hacking into some rich guy's account. As I watched the money flow into my own, something—or rather, someone—caught my attention.
She was stunning. Red hair that seemed to glow under the dim lights, tall with those big, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe in them. Her skin was pale, like fresh snow, and her lips—small, delicate, and perfect.
She walked in like she belonged there and grabbed a book from the shelf. One of my favorite books, I realized. How to Kill a Bird.
The first thought that crossed my mind? Is she a psychopath too?
But then, as she started reading, she began to cry. I knew the part she was at—the scene where they kill the bird. That broke my theory. She wasn't like me. She was normal. Just another person to cross paths with.
Rose.
I already knew her name. I've been watching her for a week. I know she dreams of being a singer—she writes songs. I've even heard her sing a couple of times. Her voice? It's magnificent.
This one feels... different.
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The Diary of Shadows
Kısa Hikaye"Love is the most dangerous game. Behind every smile, a story waits to be told." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story that I made for a Inglish project please N O C O P Y R I G H T...
