Prologue to First Love
Izzie Stevens lay quietly on his bed, gazing at the twilight, a pale purple mist drifting
past the window. He’d fallen asleep nearly an hour before, but she refused to loosen her embrace, fearing that he might unravel further, as his mother had before she’d slit her wrists, as Rebecca had - right before his eyes. She’d
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(And this writing is REALLY tiny! I hope you can read it! I don't know how to change it!)
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