Twilight| Part 1
The night was dark and beautiful, shining with a thousand stars. The young child sat on the green grass on top of the hill, the trees surrounded her together with the gentle wind of winter. The city rested far away from the great hill, its countless lights glimmering. "Emma!" She looked back and saw her father kneeling in front of her. A tired-looking man, probably in his mid-forties, stares at her with a cigarette in his mouth, his brown short hair had a couple of white hairs, his beard short as well and messy. "Come here, princess! the fireworks will begin!" Emma practically jumped with excitement, quickly making her way to the large man. He grabbed her tightly, lifting her small body with great care and resting her on his arms. Then from inside the woods, a woman appeared, her
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