Night Time Is Our Time
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"Why do you look so sad today?“ He said.
"Maybe it’s because we all fall in love too quickly and get heartbroken too easily. Or maybe it’s because some people don’t get love at all even when they deserve love the most"
After almost facing death right in the eye, Dawn finds herself captivated by a boy who has already joined the dead. She fell in love with his soul. He told her that danger was okay and that the thrill was suppose to make her feel like the living. He taught her that insanity was okay in small doses, and she taught him how to feel the love he always deserved but never felt when alive.
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