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This// is s//imply a-- gli']]tch on th(0is page.

The em-otionS, even+ts. the words exchang=d.

Ev/erything on this b00k does n0t exist under the ever-w4tching eyes of the writer, or the worlds they've written in the past. In fact, everyth&ing in here is from the perspective of two you+ng people, 2 lost souls who managed to stumble across each other. Two individuals who knew nothing of love yet tried so hard to learn.

N0. and YeS. This bo0k had nothing to do with the actual story of the boy with blue eyes. eIther way you Lo0K at iT,

it's the s am e

yet it isn't.

This is all just a way to answer questions, to surface the blurry recollections of a man in mourning.

Everything
in here
is
U n d o cu m e n te d.

That's one thing that people dread when they go up to the police. Unseen by onlookers, they don't know what a victim experienced in their hour of turmoil. In their moment of fear and dread, their emotional toll isn't told unless it's written by a psychological specialist. Picked and prodded. Lies and urges to forget.

And... Whether or not you love someone... Nothing can be said if you leave without a word.

If you've managed to find this, you probably already know what this is, and were probably wondering a few things about her. She's already long gone, yet people still want to know. Her story isn't that important, nor is it beautiful and full of meaning. Yet people still question her. Her actions, the very feelings that brought upon these current events, why these circumstances even existed.

People want to know. And I'll share with open arms.

None of this is relevant to the M a i nS to r y. It's forgotten, wiped under the rug like a sin. But I'll... do as you wish.

This is what yOu wanted.
Te---ble_Fate/ B_nD__w_d