Peace was never something I had known, and not something I was comfortable in getting to know. To say that I had grown accustomed to not only living in fear but thriving in that exact way of life would be a huge understatement; at this point, it wouldn't even be going too far as to say I enjoyed living in fear. If living with uncertainty meant I'd live another day beside him, I'd just have to marry it.

Breaking news is typically a term used to accentuate the severity of a set situation or event; socially, the term 'Breaking News' has become a sort of slang term in conversation to mean ' I have something important to tell you.' It was a phrase commonly heard, commonly spoke, and commonly disregarded. She really hoped that for once, maybe that wouldn't be the case as 'Breaking News' spread across the small static-ridden television, her name bolded in white lettering and her picture displayed on the screen.

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

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