Prologue

She wrote, her hands moving smoothly and fairly fast on her green tacky type writer.

All her thoughts were assembling into pieces of blank paper. Her reading glasses on the tip of her nose and her mind was jumbled up with thoughts. She would bite her lip when thinking and her eyes would glisten alone with her mouth curling into a smile when she got an idea. This girl's name was Charlie.

She was in love with the idea of love. It seemed too beautiful to exist in this ironic,cruel yet beautiful world. Too unrealistic. At least that's what she thought until she met Harry.

Something about him compelled her, he was dark, dangerous and mysterious. He was obscure.

- And she was curious

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