Leonard Black February 12th The Brown door was the only thing keeping Leonard away from reliving the past he wished to forget, and the only thing keeping him sane, for what lies ahead might be bigger than he could phantom. He stood before the brown door, keys dangling in his right hands, his left hands shaking as he took a breather. Was he ready?, No!, but he couldn't help himself from standing in front of the door, and then opening it. So he did. He put the key in the key hole, watching it turn before the door opened to reveal a cobweb stricken room. The room was just how it had been 5 years ago, pastel pink walls, and a bed with pink sheets. Pink, her favorite color, He took a step into the large room, his eyes meeting a glowing letter on the end of the wall, The huge letter M written in thick pink Neon. He knew what that meant, he c
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