Hey you! Yes, you. The one who's reading this sentence right now.
I'd just like to say 'Thank you', for taking time to read this story. I know it's not much, but it's just the prologue. I swear it's gonna get better as I continue writing.
Please do take a bit more time to review me after reading this.
I'll really, really, really, appreciate that. Really.
Also, I'm looking for a Beta Reader!
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Say, have you ever woken up to the sun's rays peeking through your open windows, warming up the cold room as you lie in comfort under your duvet? Or when you've finally yawned and stretched all hints of sleep away, you smile to the beginning of yet another wonderful day in your life?
If you have, you're lucky. Because even though most of us might have things that we do not wished to do later in the day, we still considered waking up in the morning a blessing.
For this girl who is currently sleeping soundly on her bed, waking up to a room flooded with the bright, golden sunlight stands for yet another day of disappointment. Yet another day of yearning. And yet another day of lost hope.
For young Pixie Walker, instead of smiling at the prospect of 'the beginning of yet another wonderful day' when she awaken; she'll close her eyes and pray. This young girl would sit up from the comfort of her bed, clasp her hands tightly in front of her face and flutter her eyes shut.
Then, she'd wish to the higher powers above the same wish she had been whispering in her mind for the past seven years.
I wish to know how it feels to be loved again.