The warm feeling of autumn. That melancholy season which suits memories so well.
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A foggy, November morning. Much like the others. However, this morning would change everything for the Brookes' family.
Her father lying on the couch, Quenton trying to shake him, her mother frantically calling the ambulance – Quinn standing in the middle of the living room, frozen. It happened so suddenly. One moment he was there, and the next, unresponsive. Tears fell from her eyes, and they didn't stop. Not on the ride to the hospital, not after they closed the curtains,
Not after she said goodbye.
How hard it must've been for Quinn to see the person she looked up to, fade away in front of her eyes.
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Autumn Leaves, Heartbeat
Teen FictionShe closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I've been getting through fine." She knew that was a lie and he did too. Quinn hadn't been the same since her father died, even when she tried her hardest to be. Dustin stood before her, wiping a falling...
