Feathers of Memories

Feathers of Memories

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After the accident, Anya's parents died and she couldn't remember anything. A few years later, she's finishing up college and has her roommate and best friend Melissa. Then one day at her favorite cafe, she meets a stranger who claims he knows her, and tells her to meet him the next day, saying it has something to do with her lost memories. Just what exactly does this stranger know, and what could those past memories reveal? Cover art drawn by me
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A girl, in search of why things go so wrong in her life. From tragic events, being moved around the foster system and then finally living alone. She scourers her world for answers of why her life can be flipped so quickly, but one thing stands in her way; memories from her past. A boy, who's parents are dying and is vaguely aware of his surroundings. He wants to heal his parents while trying to hold himself in one piece. His deeply loved sister disappears from his life, causing him to breaks down in pieces so easily. He needs help of his own but won't admit it. Two are thrown together in a mess of their own worlds. They each have what each other need. But will they risk it all to help a stranger? Tied together through struggles and love, these two embark on a journey to find answers to their problems. But, most importantly, love. -�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�- I let my gaze search him. From his feet, to his chest, to his face. It all seemed perfect to me, but there was something else deep down inside this stranger. "Why are you here?" I stood on my toes and tried to look taller compared to him. He rose an eyebrow. "My sister, she's here." He paused, "Somewhere." "Oh," I frowned and look to my shoes. "Why are you here?" I felt his breath on my forehead. "Me?" I placed my finger on my chest. I nodded and looked up to meet his gaze. It was hard not to get lost in his eyes. Beautiful. "I need space," I began, but I didn't know how to finish, I sighed. "To find myself."

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