Hello! Here is the second story written by our collaborative writing group The Paperback Writers.

Special thanks again to;

TheLef318

Tee-bone

The Starkiller

JamesWinstonParkinHarrisonLO VE

Shortyblackwell

Happyplatypus

NatashaPavlova

Hawksabre

Celestearts

LyssaLaughtery

Hope you enjoy! Please review! This chapter is written by TheLef318, So shower her with PMs!

-The Paperback Writers

It was a beautiful day today, incomparable with the usual cloudy weather we usually got in this house. The sun shone through the glass windows, making my face glow with happiness.

I remembered the last time the sun was ever this bright. It was exactly one year ago, on this very date. I believed this was a sign, a message, from up above.

But what made this sunlight feel so special was on the date it happened. The smile slowly faded away from my lips as I remembered that it was today when I lost him. When we all lost him.

I reached in the pocket of the nightgown I had worn to sleep the previous night and pulled out a picture of him. It was torn a little and had been creased on some parts, but you could still tell it was him, young and ambitious, in this very picture.

Now, remembering how long I've had this very picture with me, I realized how old I had gotten. We could have grown old together perhaps, but his time came too soon.

I walked even closer to the window, now opening it. The sun came full blast on me, but I didn't mind. I was enjoying every beam that warmed my skin.

Right outside of where I was standing was a tree, the very place where we first met. I could still remember we skipping along the garden in my brand new dress, when suddenly he dangled in front of me from a branch, all covered in dirt.

"Roar"

"Hey! That wasn't very nice."

He jumped off and landed on his feet. "You seem like a nice girl." He offered his dirt-covered arm to me. "I'm Winnie."

I laughed at the silly name. "Winnie? Is that your real name?"

I giggled. "Nah, that's just my nickname. My real name's –"

The memory stopped there.

It wasn't because I couldn't remember his name. Who couldn't, actually?

It just hurt me to think of him today. It felt like my soul was being ripped away piece by piece.

But, I just couldn't stop there.

I left the window and went into my bedroom. It wasn't very big or fancy, but it was my place of solitude, and I liked it.

I opened the closet where I kept all my things. I lived alone, so nothing could really be stolen or lost. I did have my siblings that visited me, though.

Then there I found it. My old diary.

I took it out and blew away all the dust. How long had it been sitting in that little corner? I couldn't even remember, since it had been so long since I last got hold of it.

My frail fingers trembling, I dared to open to the first page. Just reading it's oh so detailed story of our first meeting sent me a mix of anxiousness and excitement.

But I did not hesitate, and read the opening lines.

August 25th, 1945

My name is Maddie Farrell, and the following pages are the story of my life.