To The Place I Belong

To The Place I Belong

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Meet Sylvia Jones, whose life is butchered due to the deaths of her close ones. She fights depression along with her conflicted feelings that make her question if this is really the place where she belongs. She persistently asks that one single question which will eat you like a mad man, "But what difference do flowers make on the dead?" Fate brings her to Ethan Smith, a sea of hope in the storm of life, who makes her believe in life again. But destiny has its own little role to play in their story. And what happens when someone decides to take fate in their own hands? Will you stick around to watch the end? P.S-My protagonist isn't all that you could imagine her to be.
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