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Jumping Over Fire- Section One: The Way To Hell- PrologueJumping Over Fire
Section One: The Way To Hell
I pressed my forehead to the palm of my hand, propping my head as if it would fall off if I didn't. Maybe it would.
I removed my head from my hand, staring at the photograph that had come in the mall, blinking as if that would make it disappear. Because only one person had this photograph, only one, and he'd been gone for a year, maybe even dead, so it couldn't be....
"Joshua?" My voice was rough, harsh and ragged, so unlike what it had been a year and a day ago, but the same as it had exactly one year ago.
It's funny, really, how 24 hours can change your whole life. Your best friend can leave. You can get sent to live practically by your self with your insane aunt. Your whole perspective of life can change.
It's funny how I'm not laughing.
My index finger traced the picture, from Joshua's high cheekbones to the curve of my throat, the identical grins, the glow in my dark eyes, the sunset on the beach.
I could've cried, laughed, and screamed all at once.
But I did nothing. Absolutely nothing, but turn the photograph over.
And my heart nearly stopped.
Because, on the back, in the chicken scratch writing I knew so well, it read;
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