| prologue |
"when was he found dead?"
she let out another sob and shook her head.
"its okay, hayden," the officer shone the light on her. "its safe. nothing leaves this room."
"3:47 am." she whispers. "this morning."
"thats all." the officer smiles. "thank you, hayden."
she ran out and hugged her mother, crying.
"ssh, sh, its ok." she rubbed hayden's back. "niall's in a better place."
she closed her eyes as the curly haired boy that hung out with niall that same night walked into interrogation, brushing.
she grabbed his bicep, walking away from her mom.
"they wont believe every story you tell." she whispered.
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