Forgetting Thursday

Forgetting Thursday

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"Forgettable and forgotten. That's all I've ever been... And now it's exactly what I need to be if I want to survive." And you thought Mondays were difficult. Thursday Bennett has felt much like nearly all girls her age: lost, unconnected, invisible. But all it takes is a second to change everything. When Thursday encounters what should've never been seen and discovers a diffcult truth, she soon realises that what was once the bane of her existence is her biggest asset. Join Thursday Bennett in the fight of her life.
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Prologue - Zac Let me put this as simple as I can - there are some things in life that exists, not for pleasure or for gain, and I am one of them. But no matter how much I wished I wasn't created this way or how alone I must always choose to be, I would never have wished I had not met her. Even as I know I will pay the price dearly for knowing her, I would not exchange any moments I had with her, all her joy and all her sadness she let me feel with her. How precious is her life and how insignificant will be mine. And when it all ends, I will feel no regret. Now that that's out of the way, how could I even hoped that HEAVEN BEND...Redemption? Have I not lost my ticket on that by now? They watch my every move and predicted my inane behaviour - there is nothing worse than the compelling hands of the dying to throw one off track. A very good distraction, even I had to admit I was distracted from my situation. Problem is, I don't get to click Refresh! Damn .. And now she has seen what I have not dared to admit to myself - I care for the whispers of the dying, and for this she knows I am undecided.

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