PROLOGUE
"𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭."
It was an hour after dismissal but Ben was still at school, unwilling to go back home. He was just walking around aimlessly, until his feet unconsciously brought him to a familiar room with many memories—the third floor music/practice room, which occasionally was used for practicing by some students.
Like her.
Once he stepped inside, he saw a notebook in the middle of the room with a post-it on it:
IF YOU'RE NOT BEN FERGUSON, DO NOT OPEN! I WARNED YOU!
He chuckled. Even at a glance, he recognized that familiar handwriting. It was none other than hers. With care, he opened the book and began reading.
From Eugene Taylor
To you, Benjamin Ferguson.
And of course, to the back of the board in the music room, where it was written: our writings.
A book of our story
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