dear best friend .

dear best friend .

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Seit dem Unfall damals waren drei Jahre vergangen. Drei Jahre in denen sich in Elisa Schuldgefühle, Trauer, Wut und Verzweiflung angehäuft hatten. Sie hatte noch nie viele Freunde. Die meisten in ihrer Schule betrachteten sie, als wäre sie jemand, dem man am besten aus dem Weg geht. Als wäre sie eine Fremde. Eine Verräterin. Eine Mörderin.
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It's the little things that count. The little things that pass by without our notice. The little things that pile up quietly, slowly, and before you know it, everything changes. Call it providence, or coincidence, or just plain good ol' luck that their paths managed to cross again after so many years. Whatever the case may be, she was grateful for it, because without meaning to, she managed to rekindle a flame she had long thought to be extinguished. She found her way home to him, and likewise, he found her way home to her. She had found her Catchy again. And now, here they were, studying in a University in Lyon, France, living a few minutes away from each other. Yet no matter how things seemed to fall in place around her, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, because the universe, being what it is, is fraught with indeterminacies. The smallest things could make a world's worth of difference. Her anxieties only grew when on their last semester, Catchy decides to take a leave of absence, without so much as a single word.

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