November 5th, 2000
I was dazed, that day, it was early morning before she left. I was sleeping. I could've been awake and protected her. But no, I had to be sleeping. I have to remember her face.. I can't let myself forget her. Her blue eyes, reminded me of the ocean water. Her face lit up like the sun pressing against the darkness. Her smile was brighter than the stars. She had rosy cheeks. Her blonde hair was like, sand... Clean, glistening, sand... I want to remember her in our happiest of nights.
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The Journal of A Criminal.
General FictionIf you finally had what you loved most in the world, and it was taken from you. What depths would you plunge just to avenge them. If something meant the world to you, and within seconds they just disappeared... The Journal of A Criminal, is a story...
