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message on my phone. "Who was holding my hand tha

e in my chest "everyone keeps telling me that. You, Sean, even Noah. Why? What are y

ouldn't." I shook my head "you keep saying that but you never tell me who you promised." He remained silent. "Who was holding my hand?" Daniel finally answered "I was." "You?" He nodded, "I was the one h

looked at me "knew what?" "That Daniel was with me at prom." He sighed and rubb

e upset and Daniel took you home." "He did what?" "Daniel took you home after prom." Daniel remained silent. "I went home with Daniel?" Sean nodded "yes." I stepped backward trying to process what he had said. I remember leanin go the party. I remembered sitting in a car, but the rest was blurry. I had always assumed Sean came to get

a sigh "Because something happened between us that changed everything." "And what exactly is that?" "I can't tell you everything yet." I shook my head "Stop with the bullshit. Why did you stay away from me?" "Because I thought it would keep you safe." My anger faded slightly "safe from who?" Daniel's face became tense, and

placed my canvas on the easel and began working without thinking about what I wanted to create. My brush moved across the canvas,forming walls, a narrow hallway, and a dim doorway.

ed at me strangely before walking away. I stared at the boy again, the blue jacket, my heart stopped, it was t

saw a picture of myself standing beside Daniel. The caption underneath made my stomach twist "Layla Bree and Daniel Collins were seen together shortly before the party ended." I stared at the photograph but I could not remember that moment at all. I turned the page hoping to find something else, wh

ress from my senior prom. Daniel was beside me, his fingers wrapped tightly around my hand. "Daniel, what are you doing?" Someone asked. I turne

Daniel and wondering why he seemed so angry, bu

trying to understand what I had just seen. Just then, another memory surfaced. Daniel had been holding on

y stepped inside. Everything looked normal and nothing seemed to be missing. Then I noticed my sketchbook lying in my bed. I was certain I had left it inside my bag. I opened it

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