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"I don't think I can do this!" Havilah cried, her grip on her bag tightening. "Do you trust me?" Brahn asked. "With everything, Brahn," the girl confessed quietly. "Then trust me now and let's go!" # # # # # # # # # She was a gust of wind blowing through a turbulent point in Havilah's life, a strike of lightning that started a forest fire. A girl with a one-word name. She was the out to Havilah's miserable existence. And she was only in the next door window. She was pure and innocent, the kind of girl Brahn shouldn't have been messing with, shouldn't even have acknowledged, because whatever Brahn touched she destroyed, ruined beyond repair. But this girl couldn't have been more broken, and maybe, just maybe, Brahn could actually fix something for once, if only once. And she was only in the next door window.
Brahn the New Neighbour; Havilah the Pretty
