Prolog

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Protective Luce held her right arm in front of her face, in the desperate attempt to get at least a bit of the lashing rain. Strong gusts of wind pressed vigorously against her body and let Luce froze. She pulled her thick, dark-green coat tighter. Her gaze was on the long paved road. She was running.. She didn't care what the other people would say about her.. Everyone was talking about her.. It dosen't matter what the do.. And that wouldn't change if she come back.. But would she come back sometime? They wasn't one person who loved she..
Luca was 17 years old.. A good age to become self employed.. To complete the old life and start a new life..
A gust of shock tore her out of her mind. Her cap flew away and her long blond hair came out. Now she was running an eternity! Without knowing where she ran.. She did't know it.. She would starve. Then she would be gone and the girls from her school wouldn't have to see her longer..
But first she has to move away so no one can find her.. Provided someone would look for her. That was not self-evident because everyone hates her. Again something tore her out of her mind.. But now it wasn't a gust of shock.. Something brought Luce to fall. Ungently she landed on her knees and a burning pain transiting her body. Luce had not perceived the environment properly.. She hadn't focused on the road.. Luce's knee hurt hellishly when she looked up to see who she had been running. She only saw the silhouette of a boy disappear around the corner.. Funny.. So she tried to get up touching her fingers something smooth.. She picked up the object and held in her hands a photo..

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 13, 2017 ⏰

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