Prologue

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Love. It's a very peculiar word. The description of a chemical reaction that occurs within the brain, one that many long to feel without realizing that it regularly occurs in their daily routines. I simply wouldn't realize that until it was nearly too late.

Here I sit in the deathly halls hoping for a way out. A way to finally reveal to him the way I do feel. It was always the little things that made it worthwhile, but it took me years to finally realize that.

He was my hero. My soldier. My knight in busted armor, because he continuously battled for me, and nothing could compare to the way his dark brown eyes shined. Those were the eyes I fell so deeply in love with, yet I never realized I had fallen until the moment I could no longer look into them.

I may have been considered a child at that time, but that does not give anybody the ability to say that I was not capable of loving so deeply. Yes, I was young and foolish, but I loved him with all of the broken pieces of my heart.

Who is this love of mine, you may ask? See that story spans over years of joy and tears.

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