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It takes a broken heart to know true love .
Liliana Elizabeth Marywille is a girl who considers herself strong enough for anything. Someone who doesn't give up in the face o...
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Captured Hearts And Goodbyes
"A goodbye is never a goodbye unless someone stops saying hello." ****
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Change is good. That's what I've been trying to convince myself for the past few hours. I knew this was coming anyway.
I knew that Missourri won't always be our home. After all, dreadful days did take its part in our lives. And maybe , all we needed is another place to start fresh.
Beads of sweat rolled down my head, indicating the hot warm air of August. It's been at least eight hours of shoving my stuff into random boxes. Preparing for tomorrow, our flight.
We've had months, countless days to get closure, to be sure if we're really ready for all of this. Every single time that question pops into my head, I tell myself I really am. Although, a hint of uncertainty still tinges my mind.
There's one thing I'm certain of though, and that's my attachment to this place. I know that wherever I am, the memories I've witnessed will never be replaced to whatever it is to come for me. Especially all those with my friends, I only have a minimum amount of them considering I'm not exactly a social butterfly.
One of them is my best friend Anna Liv. Anna is an outgoing girl. Confidence and beauty is what makes her up. She isn't ashamed of anything but her weird habits. She's one of the only people that can keep me going. Well, she's literally the only one who can force me to go to school. Ugh that hellhole.
Another one of my bestfriends is Eric Villamore, call it whatever you want but he's usually the one who protects me. Pretty annoying but touching. He's the reason why I'm skilled at playing the guitar. It started out as a plain hobby till it became a lifetime habit.
Opening the windows to let some breeze in, I heard a soft knock from the door.
"Who is it?" I called.
"Your friends are downstairs, honey. They're asking for you." My mom's voice answered from the other side, "and Eric is there too."
I could hear the smugness in her voice, which she miserably tried to hide. Why did I ever tell her about my infatuation?
My mom is Rose Lily Marywille.
I got my nickname from her which is Lily. My mom has faded brownish hair that flows gracefully down her back, her eyes a sweet honeyed grey, and even in her early forties, she looks so youthful. Even her mind is youthful.
