"A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life." — Barbara King solver.
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Ben had no plan whatsoever? Why? He had rested everything in the hands of fate. If he was destined to die, then so be it. So, the instant he let Sam in, darkness enveloped him and he felt a warm, comfortable sensation, like drifting into sleep. An eternal sleep. Goodbye Scarlett.
As if her feet were rooted to the ground, Scarlett stood like a tree unable to move. Her lips moved, but no sound was made, no sound was heard. It was as if her entire hope was just crushed. She was doomed.
"Ahh, that feels good," She watched with horror as Ben, no, Sam cracked his head. It was unbelievable and horrendous, how a ghost could live in a person's body; sharing its host's face but different demeanor,
