Prologue

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Pain.
That is what I felt as I stood by her casket. My eyes swollen, red, and raw from the constant rubbing of my eyes. I didn't bother doing ny make up because I knew the constant stream of salty tears would destroy any hope of looking half way decent. Looking down at her angelic face my heart wrenched. My best friend. The only ine who knew my deepest secret. Gone. Yet even in death she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her long lashes settled on her pale yet perfect cheekbones. Her lips full and still stained red from her favorite lipstickm even in death. She was perfect.

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