Chapter 1

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Its been two years since Seth has been arrested. The crimes he has committed are still on the news, and a documentary is being made. its still the talk of every town in the area. It happens everyday and yet I was the one picked for the crime. 

I decided that it was time for me to move back, no matter how bad it hurt. The memory of Lucy will forever live on. I kept a picture of her on my phone at all times. My YouTube only told our adventures and the story's of her.  Twenty thousand people love her just as much as I do. 

I grabbed my lugade and throw it in the back of my bugatti. Lucy would have loved my car. She would have loved the new mansion I just bought back in my hometown too. It was both of our hometown. She just loved hanging out with me in general. 

I hoped in the passenger side and brought the engine to life.  the road was quiet, but then again it was also early. Most people don't go out to drive at 8:30 in the morning. Each dash of yellow flew behind me, showley turning into a pure strip. My music blasted on the speakers, each song made me have their own karaoke section.

Music helped me recover from the trama. The music flowed rapping around me in an embrace. The music understood me.  Some days its the only thing I can turn too. The two hour drive didn't seem as long as it did last time. but then again, i never had my music, all i had was my thoughts. 

I pulled into the driveway and waited for the furniture truck to come before unloading. I had them unload my furniture and place them in my house for me before I moved the boxes of stuff inside. I didn't own much, so it didn't take song for me to get my stuff unloaded and into their correct places.

By the time i was done, i was exhausted. I opened tiktok to check how many followers I gained. Fifty eight, not bad. My phone ran out of juice an hour later. I sigh as I slouch. I sink into the sofa and stare at the ceiling. 

the mixture of white and grey colors flow together into one, making swirls. The swirls, like waves carried by the wind. Always going somewhere never reaching its destination, never satisfied. Emptiness filling it, like it has nothing. 

Just like me.

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