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Hundred-Nine: Her Words, Her Soul.

ELIANA.

THE PRESENT DAY.

My eyes fluttered open to the fluorescent lights and it took a while for me to adjust to it but when I did, the first person I saw was Denver. He took a seat right next to me on my bed, running his hands through my hair.

His eyes met my half-open ones as I struggled to sit up. Looking around, he wasn't the only person there. My Nana was too and my Dad. And there was something intense about the searing silence around us.

"What happened?" My head rang with a migraine as I sat up. Denver caressed my face. "You're okay" He whispered. The hairs across my arm remained stiff and my memory was a blur. But that was seconds before it hit me.

"Nathaniel" I muttered, looking over my shoulders. "Where is he?" His last words flooded back to me and my stomach tied into a knot. "I remember" I whispered to Denver. "It's him. He's Boy—all this time, it has been him" I said and he hefted out something in his hands.

It was my Mother's journal and it was open.

"It opened, Eliana"
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