Prologue

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Angela's POV

Blood. Everywhere. On every single thing. Red, thick blood. On the white limo. On her dress. Covering her unmoving body. Covering the ground, and the bits of shattered glass. Blood. I've never seen so much of it. Too much. I can't see it anymore. I can't watch this anymore. A happy day turned to a horrible day. In only a matter of seconds. No. This is not happening. Not to her. Not to us. After everything she's been through, everything we have been through, this can't be the end. It can't be. The end wasn't supposed to be today, to be this way. Today was supposed to be a new beginning, the beginning of a new, happy life. We've survived too much for this to be the end. This. This is just a terrible, terrible nightmare, and I'm waking up soon. I'm waking up soon. She's waking up soon...

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