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Lana sighed. Lana almost tempted me to show her. That's when I decided to burn every book I owned. My neighbor Presley was never the same after the police and Bruce questioned Jude. It was late at night and I used my firepit to burn my books. The smell wasn't inviting like hickory charcoal. Presley was cleaning his grill as he often does. He tried to peek my way, but once he saw me glaring at him, he stopped what he was doing and hurried inside.

About Elise projecting the film again for the siblings, no one speaking until the final frame faded to black. She wrote about the great grandchildren visiting in summer. Small feet running across tiles. Laughter echoing off white walls. Tiny hands reaching for the jasmine vine, pulling petals free, scattering them like confetti. She wrote about the book itself. The decision to publish it unsoftened. The knowledge that some readers would judge. Others would understand. A few would carry the sentences into their own lives and let them reshape something broken. She wrote until the fire burned to embers. Until the pen slipped from her fingers. Until sleep pulled her under gently.

“And then, I lost my memories. All the goodness you filled me with was gone. The darkness engulfed me and I had nothing left in my life anymore. —--- Guys, it takes a lot of effort and time to think, write, and then create a wonderful story for you all. So, please do comment and let me know if you are all liking my chapters and my book so far or not. If you guys ever find it boring or something at any point, then just let me know! I am here to add a lot of spices to make it spicy and catchy for you all! So, Don't forget to leave a comment and also do a review of my book as well!

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Then the poetry. Handwritten. Sometimes sonnets. Sometimes messy, jagged pieces that felt like they’d been ripped straight from his chest. One read: If I could be the rain that slips down your shoulder, If I could be the sky you look up at in rage I’d let you strike me down, again and again, If only to stay close to your fire. I threw that one in the trash. Three hours later, it was tucked inside the cash register. And then came the books. First editions. Stories I’d loved. Stories I’d once read aloud to Damien in the Blackwood library when we were young and tangled in something that felt like forever.

"It doesn't." "The cost chapter specifically," he said. "She wrote about the cost chapter." "What did she say?" He pulled out his phone. Found the review. Read: "The chapter on cost is the kind of writing that makes you put the book down not because you want to stop but because you need a moment to understand why you've been so moved." He put the phone away. I held the flat white. "Gavin," I said. "I know," he said. "That's because it's true," I said. "What you wrote. It's simply true and truth lands like that when it's said properly."