Elliot's POV
As I scribbled down my notebook to finish my first tale, I remembered how amazing Masie Janine is. She can do all things. She is compassionate. She have the initiative to every task given to her. Is this still a tale? Or am I writing about them? Maybe yes, I had been longing for them for years, I do miss them and I could write a whole book about them.
I stood up from the bench where I stayed not longer three hours. It is my routine everyday to walk pass this beautiful scenery in New York. I sometimes wished to have them beside me.
"Hey give me that!" I heard a yell not far from me. A young girl, chasing another girl. They're sisters I supposed.
"Nope! You stole this from me. This is mine!" the other said. They run away until they are out of my sight.
Silly, I remember Heather. She's really mean to me. I mean, she was indeed mean to me. She was like an ice for me. But then, it had changed. She's like a shell. She had a difficulty in opening up to others. But when she finally opens herself, she has the softest heart you'll ever meet.
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The Lost Melody
Fiction généraleFive different personalities. Five different worlds. Five different perspective. Shared the same laughter. United in one melody.
