Description
She has a memory problem. She struggles with her past that she can't remember. She writes as a way for her to keep her sanity. "I'm a photographer. I can see beauty in everything. But, there's only one beauty that I'm crazy about" He turned around and looked at me with his eyes, those little monolid eyes that disappears when he smiles. But, even though, he stilll looked sad even if he's smiling. "In fact, I'm looking at her right now." He cupped my cheeks and rested his forehead on to mine before saying "If only she would let me in and let me read her pages. I wouldn't stop reading it". Depressed teens trying to survive the real world. In a new school, she found someone that helped her to live her life. Him. So, just this time. Let's make this last.
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