I was alive. But I was alive without a memory, without a name; I was cut off from hope as well as from remorse or regret. I had no past and would probably have no future; I was buried alive in a void which was the wound that had been dealt me. I was like the wound itself.

Create a life of wonder, have fun, explore the unexplored, create the memories that last a lifetime.

Eko brushed a tear from her eye, and Immo jeered at her, but father held up a hand. "Never mock a tender heart," he said.

It won't change anything," I replied. "And if I was any other girl, I would have gotten over it by now anyway." ... "What?" he replied. "You're special, Emaline. You're not just any other girl.

Written By Sarah Dessen

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