She had dark hair and a lily-white face. Her eyes were a sort of tragic brown. FOr some reason, I remember her wearing white. I saw someone later who reminded me of her. She was the one wearing white. I don't really remember much about her beyond her gentle face, dark hair, and freckled complexion. In those dark times, she was my light. I haven't heard from her, as we were never really friends. No one else seems to remember that she even existed.
I remember vividly that she did truly exist. My life is hers unconditionally, even still.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.