Forever.
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Prologue   A story cannot begin without a past. Possibly, a present and to which ties into the future, for all of us. Why must our stories have such happy, tragic or dramatic pasts? Does that really define us, or is that just an excuse for what’s really happening on the inside? No. The real question is how far do we go to change who we’ve become, only to fall further into the darkness that seems inevitable to escape from? We live to die and we die to live. Today, tomorrow and all of the days ahead hold a new beginning when our closed eyes finally open, to see that sun rise, to know our heart’s beating, and to know how far we’ve come… To further this idea, WHY do we fight to live, if we only die in the end?  
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"Do you know that stars die?" I asked, breaking the silence. I didn't know where the question came from, but that's the only thing that came to mind. "Yeah," he answered. "And some stars we see in the sky may be already dead. But they're so far away that their afterglow can still be seen above. Some of them may seem glowing but they're truly dead." We all have a little gallery of photographic memories inside our hearts. An exhibit of things we could never forget through our short moments in time. Some were so good, we held it like they were the best part of our lives while some were things we desperately ran away from - they hunted us, and killed our hopes. The beginning of my life ended on my tenth birthday, the day when my childhood was stolen away from me. I longed to run away from that nightmare that held me tightly in my neck and made me helpless under its grasp. Going to college had become my final chance to run away. On my seventeenth birthday, after enrolling at a university, my life took another shift. I met a man who showed me the glimmer of hope I always wanted to see. And this was our story. A narration of first love, bittersweet and worthwhile. DISCLAIMER: This novella primarily contains gay romance. Read at your own risk.

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