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She finds him laying beaten on the mossy ground, seeing him beaten by some guys dressed in all black and thrown onto the ground unconscious, she take him home.
"Brookylnn?"
"Don't call me that anymore, Harry."
He has no right to come up to me, not after all he's done. I look up to Hudson, thinking he might help but I see him going in for a hug.
"Goodbye Harry, c'mon Hudson let's go."
I never want to see his face again.
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3 years later, a flood of memories brings an overwhelming surge of regret, guilt, and unspoken feelings. Fame and success collide with a past they thought was behind them, revealing secrets they buried in the past.