Stellar Melodies
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Elodie was just a normal girl, living her life with a great anticipation for something new. Graduation was supposed to be a blast, and would be followed by an awesome road trip with her closest friends. She did everything she was supposed to do. Good grades, popularity, scholorships to pristine art schools. And then, a day before graduation, she is diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia, and everything turns upside down.
She misses the graduation walk and her friends stop visiting. She refuses to show her artwork, for fear of never finishing. She's given up, and she came to the conclusion that her family should to. It was inevitable. Elodie would die a horrible death, and her family would need to be ready.
Maryrose and a list of melodies say otherwise.
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