Big girls cry, just not very often.
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  • Leituras 109
  • Votos 6
  • Capítulos 7
  • Tempo 21m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mar 20, 2015
Pain that's all I felt, I couldn't breathe.
she was gone. 
Soon as she was mine, I heard a animalistic scream break the silence of the hospital room.
My only sister, I found her after four years of separation.
we lost our dad, grandparents, cousin's, and any relative you could think of where lost to the mercy of death.
I've lost her, I'm alone.
just me left.
I fell into oblivion.

Hailey is the last lone survivor on her dad's side of the family, when a family member dies a new part of her heart breaks, another part of herself  she loses . Until when she Is mugged she defends her self and as she thinks she alone she is tackled, consequently falls unconscious.
When she comes to, Hailey is in a forest with five strangers staring at her, as she looks every one in the eye she can't bear to look at one person.
The one who haunts her dreams.
Her memories.
and every quiet living moment she lives, her thoughts are consumed by him.
Her savior and falling Grace.
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