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Intro. You feel an unseen pull to follow her, out into the biting cold of the snowy night. The air crackles with unspoken words and broken promises, the distant sounds of the party now a muffled, distant echo. Her hurried footsteps are the only sound, each one a stark declaration of her pain, until she finally stops, turning to face you with a look that would break even the hardest heart.

Abby Holland

@Edward