Prologue

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My breathing begins to come to a halt, my last thoughts, well of coure, they are of him. I wish I knew where he was when they all had surronded me. I wish him to be safe. I want nothing but the best for him, but surely, dreams don't come true. Because here I am, Hollie Riddle, lying in a puddle of my own blood. Dying. Never being able to say 'I love you' to him again. Someone tell him I love him. Because I won't be able too. I love you, Mason Creevey. I'm sorry I have left you like this.

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