Olli's Paradox

Olli's Paradox

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~Four years. He's been gone four years and it's all my fault. How was I supposed to know that Olli's promise was going to....no. I refuse to believe it.~ Louise McCain's best friend Olli Wenzel went missing four years ago and she blames herself. Olli was a person of grand ideas and the determination to fight for accomplishing even the most far fetched of dreams. Louise was a person who had her mind set on how she saw the world, and it wasn't as optimistic as Olli's. So why is it Olli was the one who died.....at least that's what everyone thought until the letter. Follow Louise as she connects the trauma of her past with the prospects of her future in order to solve the mystery of the enigma Olli Wenzel. (1st Draft) ( Uncompleted)
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"I just realised something." I say, breaking the long silence from the journey. "I'm not gonna be too sad if we don't end up finding her." I speak looking straight ahead as I drive down the road, a million thoughts running through my head. I continue, "Maybe cause to travel is better than to arrive. It's actually what has happened along the way that counts; the tears, the falls and the friendship. It's about the journey and not the destination. And I know she'd think the same. So, I guess, we just gotta trust that the future is gonna work itself out like it's supposed to." I finish off and the other two don't say anything. I glance towards them to see them watch me with apprehension. We all fall silent once again as the trees pass by us, unable to stop thinking about that one silly, reckless knobhead. Friendships are nice that way, just a bit complicated

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