Journal Entry No. 150 (kylethescribbler)

It was vague and rather quick, I was still little as I remember, her hair, those same eyes and that warm holding embrace.

Where has she gone? It’s been so long. Everyday I thought to myself if she’ll come back. Yet that hopeless sorrow gave me much strength to move forward day to the next. Hoping one day, I’ll see her or in the slightest of possibility, find her.

I dearly hold only one evidence of her existence, an old key around my neck. This can lead me to her, she left this for a reason. For me specifically, what does it mean though? And there’s one way to find out …

Until then, here’s to an epic great journey. The end of the road and a new beginning foretold.

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