In the summer of 2009 I dropped her glass flower vase. My only reminder of her. This may seem irrevelant to her story, but I guess it's time to share my own. Exept I'm skipping the intro. I'm skipping that one night my parents were teenagers and got drunk. I'm skipping the part where they were forced to marry. I'm skipping my birth, their divorce and all of those horrid fourteen years I was forced to live. I'm starting here. After her. But there is so much to explain before I can start.
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Remembering Again
Teen FictionIn 2009, I set her free. She was long gone before that. Her reason of going may seem irrelevant, but to me, it's crucial. Because it's all my fault.
