I sit down on the bench that is closest to the water. I watch the ducks as they fly around, greeting the sweet bright morning light.
The sight almost puts a smile on my face. Almost. But let's face it, that would be a miracle.
I don't believe in miracles.
I don't believe in god.
I don't believe in life.
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Letting Loose
RomanceCharlotte, a girl with little to almost no action in her life whatsoever. Having lost both her brother and father to war, Charlotte seems to be slowly but surely blocking out everything that wasn't music or literature. Add to that her problems with...
