The short glimpses her eyes could catch of the colorful cover pages already started bringing back the memories, even though distant and still unshaped. But, as sure as she was in her decision, she knew all will be revived soon. Everything she had buried in the forest of her mind and closed thousand doors behind determined never to look back, was on those pages.After years of not writing, not thinking, not feeling, now was the time to look in the eyes of the monster. She almost heard the butterflies flapping their wings in her stomach as she opened the first notebook. So she took a deep breath, closed her eyes just for a second and Bette Davis’ face smiled at her : Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.

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