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"I guess I should start you off at the beginning..." she chuckled recalling the last time she had felt utter happiness, it hadn't always be like this. Eliza once was a happy child, or to others it seemed like she had been. When she was merely a child, maybe 8 or so, the atmosphere around her parents changed. At first it wasn't noticeable but over the next few months it had somehow gotten worse. They were arguing more now than anything, and it was odd because they were once a happy and loving couple but something changed. Things always changed, or that's what Eliza had told herself. She wanted to fell like she was the one in control not the people around her. I'd like to apologize in advance, I have the basic plot for this story but as of right now I have no idea where I want to take it. So please be patient with me. 🤍
The beginning of the end
