The Notebook - Paper Souls #3
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kgirl “In a place where fantasy meets reality”
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Creatures of ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.

Part 3 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’

The Notebook - Paper Souls #3

Within us, we have the power to break people, tear them to pieces, and they, too, have the potential to destroy us.

Within us, we have the power to break people, tear them to pieces, and they, too, have the potential to destroy us. Despite us, people keep on trusting.

Within us, we have the power to break people, tear them to pieces, and they, too, have the potential to destroy us. Despite us, people keep on trusting. People keep on loving.

You need to be very careful with the words you write.

You need to be very careful with the words you write. Because everything you put down on paper exists forever and can never really be erased.

You need to be very careful with the words you write. Because everything you put down on paper exists forever and can never really be erased. It remains forever,

You need to be very careful with the words you write. Because everything you put down on paper exists forever and can never really be erased. It remains forever, lives forever.

You need to be very careful with the words you write. Because everything you put down on paper exists forever and can never really be erased. It remains forever, lives forever. Never dies.

You need to be very careful with the words you write. Because everything you put down on paper exists forever and can never really be erased. It remains forever, lives forever. Never dies. So be careful with your words.

The creature made of ink and paper — I had called her Cassandra —, she was frail, and we soon realized that.

The creature made of ink and paper — I had called her Cassandra —, she was frail, and we soon realized that. As frail as paper.

The creature made of ink and paper — I had called her Cassandra —, she was frail, and we soon realized that. As frail as paper. As untouchable as light.

The creature made of ink and paper — I had called her Cassandra —, she was frail, and we soon realized that. As frail as paper. As untouchable as light. But just like light, you could feel her there as if she were the burning summer sun.

It was clear Cassandra didn’t belong to this world. We knew that.

It was clear Cassandra didn’t belong to this world. We knew that. That meant, she wouldn’t survive the night.

So I went back to work.

If the notebook had given me her, it would also grant me everything she would need to survive.

Words had taken life once And I knew they would do it Again, If asked.

I didn’t have an explanation, I didn’t know why, but after the first moments of incredulity, I was sure it would happen again.

I didn’t have an explanation, I didn’t know why, but after the first moments of incredulity, I was sure it would happen again. Words would take life on their own.

And as long as we’re sure,

And as long as we’re sure, We do things in the name of love

And as long as we’re sure, We do things in the name of love Even when we don’t have explanations or excuses to back ourselves up.

To me, trusting has always been difficult though.

To me, trusting has always been difficult though. Typical words of a broken soul, you’d say. But you don’t know the circumstances.

The world out there could be your happiest place, could feel like home, or you could also end up being haunted by its expectations.

The world out there could be your happiest place, could feel like home, or you could also end up being haunted by its expectations. I decided to protect Cassandra from those expectations.

Again out of ink, I created.

Again out of ink, I created. And I created,

Again out of ink, I created. And I created, Air,

Again out of ink, I created. And I created, Air, Light,

Again out of ink, I created. And I created, Air, Light, Fire,

Again out of ink, I created. And I created, Air, Light, Fire, A little house for Cassandra.

You know, characters of fantasy don’t live following our same standards;

You know, characters of fantasy don’t live following our same standards; Cassandra could enter and exit the mini-house - that I started carrying in a pocket and always keeping beside me - as much as she wanted.

As of now, as long as she keeps on living, that’s enough for me. And for her too. She has food, a place to sleep at, air to breath That shares her same, delicate nature.

But I need to understand what I have gotten myself into by taking the notebook.

Finding out about what the notebook is - and what it exactly does - won’t be hard, not at all;

The real matter is finding out

The real matter is finding out Who wanted me to have it

The real matter is finding out Who wanted me to have it And why.

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