Vivian Ashmore has always been "different". Maybe even an outcast in life. Her plaid shirts, band tees, ripped jeans and converse say otherwise. But, she met someone, Luke Hemmings. He looked like her. Same style, same taste of music. But who actually was this person? He wasn't what he looked like.
"I thought you loved me!"
"Your face is to full of memories."
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→ Something about him was different.
He was like a breath of fresh air into her life.
She hadn't breathed anything quite like it in a very, very long time. ←
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