The prologue is supposed to be very mysterious and you're not supposed to know who the person is right of the bat. ;P Hope you like this! Sorry it's a bit crummy because of writers block!

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A soft elegant fireplace illuminated the otherwise dark room. A dark-haired girl sat huddled in her chair: hunched over and furiously writing. Her brow was furrowed in complete and utter concentration; her luscious lips were formed in a pout which could soften even the hardest of hearts.

This was the only time she could let it all out. This routine commenced every Thursday night around midnight. Alone in complete solitude she poured out her feelings. Her feelings, her thoughts, and her heart, which she hides and seals away most of the time. But there were no paparazzi here. No drooling editors begging for details of her private life. Here, locked away in her bedroom she was allowed to let it flow out.

The silence was so loud to her; it's as if time stood still. Her pounding heart beat against her chest like a sign that she was truly awake and alive. Sometimes when she got absorbed in her writing she felt like she was no longer alive; as if she was in some sort of lucid dream.

Her heart ached as she continued her lavish writing that would put authors to shame. When she wrote like this it came so naturally to her. With a flick of her wrist the writing became engraved on the page. Even with a writer's block she was still able to get her point across. The feelings, the thoughts, the emotions….

She wasn't supposed to have them. These feelings. She wasn't supposed to feel this way but she did and she knew it was always there. Even when she denied it all throughout her life, it would keep surfacing and surfacing until it got to the point where it was undeniable. Her heart fluttered at the thought and she couldn't help but smile softly. It was a year ago she came to the conclusion and knew this was all true. Since then she was proud of herself for dealing with this and figuring things out all on her own.

Any shared info with even a close friend could spread like wildfire to the internet if certain ears had heard. It's not right. She heard them mock as if it was happening right in her room. You should be condemned! What will your fans think?

Shaking off the haunting images she continued her scroll. The words were getting more detailed and vivid and the similes just kept coming. One more simile to reach the end. It seemed like a good note to leave off on. Her dark eyes traced her secret scroll, reading everything again until she was satisfied with the piece of paper.

She got up from her perch and stretched lightly before pushing her chair in ever so quietly. With silent tiptoed steps she tread over to the fireplace. With one last look at the folded parchment she kissed it gently. She let it drop slowly into the fire; her eyes reflected the beautiful flames.

The flames kissed the parchment and slowly engulfed it in an everlasting embrace. Little by little it blackened until the whole thing was bleeding ash. Satisfied she crawled into bed and situated herself until she could stare at the flames. Her eyes held the flames until they could stay awake no longer. Her breathing and heartbeat slowed until she drifted off to dreamland.

Burn the Evidence