My Sister is a Werewolf
“This was Jensen’s private property. But her hands didn’t seem willing to listen.She flipped open the book, her eyes slowly scanning the pictures and the captions and the little decorations added to the pages. She turned another page and another, until she had seen the whole book. And though mainly filled with photos, the book told a very vivid story.The story of a boy and a girl who had been madly in love. The story of two people who planned to be together forever. Proms, parties. The beach with friends, graduation, heading away to college. And every picture stated one thing very, very clearly.Jensen had loved the girl who made this book. It was clear in every single picture. There in his dark green eyes. There in that cocky smile.And the girl had loved him just as completely.Whoever came up with the adages that pictures don’t lie and a picture is worth a thousand words had known what they were talking about.She flipped through the album one more time, even though it hurt her. Althoug...h it had no right to—she knew that.MoreLess
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