Chapter Twenty-Three

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(Ollie's POV)

It was a stormy Saturday morning. Austin, Naomi and I, along with our friends and family, stood in the pouring rain, clad in all black, beside a gapping hole. The same hole Tym's coffin was being slowly lowered into. My lips were pressed into a tight line, the only thing holding back the tears was Lloyd's hand squeezing mine. I heard my mother sobbing behind me, and felt Austin as she pressed her tear stained face into my already soaked black comforter. I wrapped my free arm around her as I felt a tear escape my eye. I couldn't believe she was dead. I always swore to protect her, but now...now...

"Miss Johnson?"

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A/N

Now, before you start yelling at me, I just want you to know, this is the first half of this part, so stay patient, don't yell and trust me. Your gonna want to read the second part. I just happen to like really inconvenient cliffhangers. I'll try to update very quickly, so you don't have to wait forever and a day. So. See you guys soon. Love you all.

~ Ollie out ~

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