amelia ; styles

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PROLOGUE ; THE BEGINNING

harry's thumb traced over the brown leather material and a sigh escaped from his lips. this was something amelia's mother had given to harry to read, informing him that she had already gone through it. she told him that it would give him all the answers to the questions he had been asking. he wanted to know why amelia choose that path, he wanted to know why his childhood and teenage years best friend had ever chosen to do this to herself.

so he was confused to the fact that he was hesitant to open it. he was scared that he would find something he never wanted to know. even more, all the problems that she faced alone, when harry could have been right by her said, being her lighthouse - guiding the way. he hated himself for what he believed he had caused a major part of, and what if that was true? what if in this journal, he discovered it was all him. is that why her mother was so distant from him? he felt selfish with these thoughts. instead of worrying about amelia's problems, he was just worried that he was one of them.

the brown leathered journal was worn out and behind the fold that kept all of her secrets safe inside, were the crinkled edges of the paper, looking as if they were either ripped, uneven, or someone had come and split water all over it. but maybe it was her tears.

he shivered at the thought.

he had amelia's "one of those days" playlist being ready to be played in the stereo next to him. his thumb slowly traced over the neat writing on front which had "things i wanted so say, but never did." his long fingers slowly went toward the brown strap with was held down by a button, only to snap it open and have the cover open and scribbles fill the cover page of her journal. he traced over the messily written words and quotes. he smiled slightly at her terrible doodles. he drew in a deep breath then exhaled, before turning the page.