Prologue

I couldn't believe it. Lucas understands me and he kept his promise. I don't know when, how, or where, but I knew we would be together again and that I loved him.

"I believe it Lucas," I said for the last time.

I was standing in front of the fire place with the letter in my hand. Thank goodness my parents aren't here. Otherwise, I'd be dead by now.

I took one last look at it. I would be getting rid of the letter telling me that I was brave that night. The letter with his handwriting.

So I held it over the fire and sighed. Then I let it go. I watched as the fire consumed the piece of paper. Now, no one would know it existed except for me. I would try to remember what the letter said, but I figured the brooch was enough.


First story! woot woot!!!