Prologue

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                Her chestnut hair was tied back in a messy bun. Her eyes, the color of Autumn leaves, burned intensely into his dark, grey eyes. It was the first time they'd met. He heard rumors about her. She was traumatized by seeing her mother murdering her father then committing suicide. He looked away, he did not like the frown on her red, plump lips. She started towards him, but decided not to. Clearly embarrassed she ran into the woods. The kids at school call her a freak. They call her mean names and profanities. But the only word that comes to mind when he sees her is; Beautiful.

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