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Esme lay back against the willow tree outside her parents house. She glanced at the dawning sun, it’s radiance almost blinding her. Sighing contently to herself, she began strumming the strings on her beloved acoustic guitar, which she had nicknamed “Ruby” because of it’s daring, red colour. Muttering to herself, she smiled sheepishly, twisting a lock of her chestnut hair around her pinkie finger. Setting the guitar aside, she rose to her feet as a gentle breeze caressed her and dozens of leaves surrounded her. She stretched out her hands and frolicked around like a pixie, with only herself and the quietness in the atmosphere. Laughing out loud, a sound so innocent and chiming, it was almost childlike. A frown crossed her face and she stopped in her tracks, her fringe sweeping over her right eye like a veil. “It will never be the same” she whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek, a feeling of sadness overwhelming her,