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Pending Book Title
I will always remember the day he took my hand and showed me what the world was. I will always remember how he looked at me. The love he showed with his face was that long enough to last a lifetime. I loved when he wrapped his arms around me. It felt like he would never let go. But he did. And he left.

This isn't what you think. This isn't all about love. It isn't all about him. Him being Rowan. It's about the mysteries of this world and why. Why we never see them. Because as soon as you stop looking, as soon as you blink, those perfect moments, those wonderful times, they're all gone. Destroyed.

Maybe you're wondering what this is about. And frankly, I don't know where I'm going with this and I don't know why I'm telling this all. It's dangerous world which we live in. And I will never come out of hiding. I can never. Rowan told me that I would have to wait for him. Of course, he could be dead now. For all I know, he's never coming back. And that's okay. It just means I'll be in hiding forever.

Of course, I have other friends that I see now and again. But no one is as good as a friend as Rowan. He was the light of my life. And maybe the only reason I'm alive right now. I'm not strong like him, I'm not a great talker like him. I'm the quiet girl who no one ever knows the strength of. Not even me.

But for some reason, he wanted me. And he wanted me dead. And I don't know why, what did I ever do but write all day in a journal filled with hopes and dreams and visions and what the world could be? What did I ever do besides fantasisize over untouchable celeberties like Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom? What did I ever do that was so important?

And why must I, me of all people, save this world?

Why did he choose me to be this...this...warrior? This fighter? Why did he choose me to decide what will happen with the past and future? If I don't decide now, it'll be never because time is a very delicate thing. And I just don't know what to do anymore. My life is hectic and I'm barely fifteen.

I suppose this sounds uninteresting, but...this is my life and somewhere out there...there are ways to the past and the future. And I have to find them. I have to save them or it'll all be over. Life for everyone.

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