It's been ten years since Brooklyn died and my dream of becoming a published author has been realized. And it's this book you're holding in your hand right now.
I'm married to a beautiful woman. She has dark brown hair and hazel eyes and her name is Delanie.
We have a one-year-old little girl whom I love with all my heart. Her name is Jada.
Every year on the anniversary I go back to her grave. Every year, but not on the anniversary of her death.
On the anniversary of the day we met.
This year is no different.
I go up to the grave and I place one yellow rose on it. She'll always be in my heart.
AN: Yes this is the end. Sorry it's short but it's true. I'll miss this story. I'm gonna start a new one called "I Didn't Do It". Goodbye guys.
- G. Schreiber
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RomanceCarolina Sampson lives in a small town in Kansas where everyone knows everyone. She is the perfect, smart, angel of the town and everyone loves her. Then she starts ninth grade and meets Brooklyn Valentine, the only black kid in town and the only ou...
