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"I guess that Dahlia was like the sun to all of us," I begin, my lips trembling, "We orbited her, and, in some ways, we worshipped her. But we have to keep going with our lives. And that's what they always say to people who've lost someone. They would want you to move on, it's okay. Although, that's not what I mean. Dahlia was our sun, and now she's gone. We need to find another light to our lives." *************************************** Dahlia was my best friend. Don't move on, this isn't the typical story, 'I was the dead girl's best friend. This is the story of her life. I adored her.' No, this is the story of how I moved on. How I found me. A girl who hadn't been herself in nearly twelve years. It's also the story of the people who helped me. The people of this small town. Her family, my family, everyone. **Credit to @inmuses for the cover**
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