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With the intention of leaving the dark memories of that fateful night behind, Skylar Torres moves to another state. However, she ends up finding herself in more trouble when she starts off on a bad foot with the school's golden boy, Jere...
"There is only one happiness in life –To love and to be loved." -Jeremy Lockhart
============== ⚓️SKYLAR⚓️
Should I tell Gabriel?
I mean does he really need to know? Even if I did tell him about Jonah, he won't be able to help.
But in the first place, is that Jonah? Or was I just dreaming?
I've been spending my whole Saturday afternoon pondering over whether I should let Gabriel or even Dante know about that situation I was in. I was stalked by a ' dead ' person, who would possibly even believe me?
"Honey, there is a package for you! I'm just going out for a moment, don't worry about me. " My mum hollered from the kitchen.
"Mum you should be-" before I could prevent her from leaving, she left. It was quite unusual if you ask me.
Running down the flight of stairs, I found the package on the counter. The brown box looked normal, but normal always became the most unpredictable things.
Unwrapping the box, I found a small red note. Shivering slightly, a flashback of receiving the previous notes hit me. Taking a deep breath, I unfolded the paper.
"Want to know more? Go to the new art museum at 23 Linkin Avenue. Look at picture 288, if you're smart you'll figure out fast. 3W! "
My mind went blank. How did that person even find my address? And what does he or she want from me?
But one thing was sure, I wanted to know more and 3W! was my only hope. I stuffed the letter in my pocket before running off to get my bike.
Curving through the blocks of houses, I felt adrenaline rush through my veins. I had so many questions and I definitely was not in the right frame of mind too.
Only an insane person would follow the instructions of an anonymous person who most likely is a creepy stalker. Maybe I was just doing this because my past was at risk.
Leaning my bike against the pillar which stood right in front of the museum, I dashed pass the squirms of people to come upon a variety of paintings. My eyes scanned across the golden plates below each painting which stated it's number.
"286...287...YES 288!" A smile spread across my face but confusion was soon casted upon my features.
The painting seemed ordinary. In my eyes, it was just a splash of paint with an Eiffel Tower. Well you can't blame me, I never liked art.
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