AUTHOR'S NOTE: Very short piece that I did to make my parents think I was actually doing some work. I'll get to writing Bionicle very soon.
DISCLAIMER: I don't have anything to do with FFVII or PS1, except that I'm a lowly fan writing lowly fanfiction. I also don't own Sephiroth, so you fangirls can have him all you want (no, the ending does not involve fangirls).
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BOOK OF SECRETS
One of the books on the table caught my attention. I had a feeling that it had something to do with me, but I didn't know what that was. Curious, I picked it up.
As I turned to the first page, I realized that I had it all in my hands... the secrets of my past, contained within a few pages.
As I flipped through the dusty old pages, I discovered many things that were enlightening, yet at the same time dark and disturbing.
Many emotions came... no... stormed through my mind. Confusion. Disgust. Anger. I wanted to tear that book into billions of pieces so that I would never have to see it again, yet I knew that I couldn't.
I closed the book and put it back onto the table, grateful that nobody was here to see me. I swore to never touch another family photo album again.
DISCLAIMER: I don't have anything to do with FFVII or PS1, except that I'm a lowly fan writing lowly fanfiction. I also don't own Sephiroth, so you fangirls can have him all you want (no, the ending does not involve fangirls).
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BOOK OF SECRETS
One of the books on the table caught my attention. I had a feeling that it had something to do with me, but I didn't know what that was. Curious, I picked it up.
As I turned to the first page, I realized that I had it all in my hands... the secrets of my past, contained within a few pages.
As I flipped through the dusty old pages, I discovered many things that were enlightening, yet at the same time dark and disturbing.
Many emotions came... no... stormed through my mind. Confusion. Disgust. Anger. I wanted to tear that book into billions of pieces so that I would never have to see it again, yet I knew that I couldn't.
I closed the book and put it back onto the table, grateful that nobody was here to see me. I swore to never touch another family photo album again.