December 14, 2008
It was getting dark, and the sound of thunder was getting stronger and stronger. I looked at the waves of the ocean and it frightened me. It reminds me that no matter how strong I am or how hard I try, I could never stop the waves from coming. I can already feel the gentle drops of rain on my skin. But, I continued standing there; in my hands was a single unopened letter. The words: “My dear Jane. My Eve” was written in an exquisite penmanship in the cover. I don’t know if I would ever have the courage to read it. And if I do, would I ever forgive myself? I am Jane Gregory, and this is my story. I warn you though, there isn't a happy ending. I know because it ended already.
---Dedicated to an amazing writer. The biggest motivating factor to why I had the guts to start my story. :)
