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But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

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Oliver said, his voice friendly and excited. Harper looked around his apartment in amazement. At the center of the room there was a large L-shaped sectional sofa in a light gray fabric, decorated with several patterned throw pillows and a dark throw blanket casually draped over one section of the sofa. In front of the sofa sits a pair of round, nested coffee tables with reflective metallic finishes. Beneath the tables there was a large, light-colored area rug. Behind the soda was a tall arc floor lamp with a curved metal arm and a dark lampshade providing ambient lighting. The living room was separated by the open-plan kitchen by a white island countertop with green upholstered bar stools. A

The kind of pain that did not get better or worse, just sat there and made itself known. I stopped outside the front door and found my key and unlocked it, and standing there in the dark hallway of my own house I felt the familiar smell of it hit me, something that smelled like Marcus and old books and the particular kind of quiet that settled into a house when nobody had been in it for a few days. I left my suitcase by the door and went into the kitchen and stood there in the dark for a moment without turning on the light. The house felt very empty. I was used to being alone, I had been alone plenty of times, but this kind of empty feeling felt different.

"Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things." She concluded, leaning back in her seat and I found myself leaning forward, hands on the desk separating us. I wondered fleetingly what it'd feel like to share her views. The books she hated were books I'd consider brutally honest and the books she liked

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

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I got a card and read the letter inside, Here are a violet flower and a violet color card for the most beautiful girl in the whole world for me. I hope you're doing fine. How's life? Are you okay, or not? Probably not-you're drowning on my love for you ksksks. I easily got disgusted upon reading it. I didn't know he was so cheesy. It was as if my body hairs are starting to stand because of the disgust I'm feeling. I returned the card and got another one. This was the last card that he gave me. I now regret not reading the cards that he's been giving me.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more. Books that had whispered to me when the world was too loud. Books that had taught me what a woman could be. Mrs. Bertram smiled as she scanned the titles. “This will change someone’s life,” she said. I nodded. “That’s the goal.” I stopped at the market afterward for fresh apples and ginger chews. A few people I knew offered kind smiles, congratulations, warm nods. The town had softened. The whispers had quieted. And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land.