I will never forget the day when—when—my mother—was shot in the head by this man.
Somehow, he didn't seem too familiar. He was slightly familiar, in a "I saw you earlier today but that was the first time I ever saw you" kind of familiar. Not in a "You killed my mother five years ago" kind of familiar. Something about him was off.
Had I made a mistake? The woman clearly said Harmony was their daughter. She couldn't have been lying. She didn't have that kind of feel to her.
She, like the man, didn't seem too familiar.
Maybe it's just been too long since I last saw them. I'm debating whether or not that could be a possibility. I didn't actually see my mom die, or ever purely make eye contact with the person who had killed her.
And the utter look of confusion on their faces. The niceness to them. And my dad told me the murderers of my mom had been arrested.
It all added up- Oh, no.
What have I done?
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Scars from the Impossible
Teen FictionIt's Impossible! Thats what Harmony and Liam have always told themselves... It's impossible-- to forget... to forgive... to win... to love... But when will they learn that just because it seems impossible doesn't mean it really is? --- Co-written wi...
