Violet Thawnhill's journal (shortstory)
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(This story is written in older english and sometimes might not be as easy to understand as modern English)
This is the journal of Violet Thawnhill, a girl that lived in poverty in an older time. Her life isnt the best and she has to help a lot. But this doesn't make her life miserable, instead she just values what she has and sees the world with a shine of warmth.
But after she meets the mysterious guy called Ian, her heart shows her unexpected things. Feelings she always thought were only for nobles.
Suddenly Ian disappears and with every passing moment and day, her world is getting pulled upside down. Why is this all happening? Where is Ian?
She wrote about this story in her personal journal. And by reading it you might be able to feel with her and experience the journey through her eyes.
(All the plot and characters are made by me. Nothing of this is real. The cover is mine)
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