Prologue .

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Back in Hamburg, Germany; the small town in which we had grown up in.

I was best friends with him then; inseparable.
He was everything a little girl could've wanted in a friend.

Charming, kind, charismatic, and full of life.

We were eight years old.

Running around, laughing, and doing our favorite thing:
Listening to him play.

He was a musician; him and his brother. Always playing songs for me when we were bored.

I remember sitting next to him, smiling ear to ear while watching him strum away on that little red guitar. He was amazing.

I liked him, as more than a friend. We both knew it. I would've told him too, if it hadn't had been too late.

I think about him everyday.

I wonder where he is in life.

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Heads-up!!! this story WILL kick off a little bit slow. please don't give up on it if you can!

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