Remember - Die Kunst zu Vergessen
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Last published Fri, May 24, 2019
"Ich habe Vergessen wie er aussieht und wie seine Stimme klingt.", ihr Blick schweift über das Wasser, welches unablässig Wellen schlägt und eine Gänsehaut breitet sich auf ihren Armen aus, obwohl die Flammen des Feuers sie wärmen sollte. "Doch wenn er vor mir stehen würde und seine Stimme vor Wut bricht und er mich voller Hass ansieht, werde ich ihn erkennen. Einfach weil ich ihn nicht anders gekannt habe, ihn nicht anders kenne. Er ist immer... Wütend."
Amy hat ein ziemlich cooles Leben. Viele Freunde, Partys, sie ist auf einem guten College und schreibt ziemlich gute Noten. Ihre Lehrer sehen eine vielversprechende Zukunft für sie und auch Amy hat nicht vor, dieses Kampflos her zu geben. Doch dann kommt dieses Wochenende, an dem Sie unbedingt mit ihrer Clique und ihrem Schwarm an den See fahren muss. Dieses Eine Wochenende, dass alles Zerstört hat!
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