Prologue

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(Theo's p.o.v)

As pale as a ghost, she was standing away from what I assumed was the rest of her family. I had been watching her for quite a while now.

I was visiting my dad's grave as usual and was about to leave when my eyes found her. I was sure I had never seen her before. You see, a face like hers . . . unforgettable.

Perhaps she was new to the town or maybe she was just here for a visit. It was safe to say so because Manham wasn't much of a big place. Everyone knew everyone here.

The black dress she wore made her appear unnaturally colourless. As her family moved away, she stepped forward and gently placed a single rose on a freshly dug grave.

For a while, she just kept her eyes on it, as if in a trance. I watched her mother lean forward and whisper something in her ear. Her lips curled upwards in a weak smile before she turned and left.

 Her lips curled upwards in a weak smile before she turned and left

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