Phoebe Halliwell
"Phoebe Halliwell sat on her familiar bed, the soft yellow light falling on the page.She tilted her head slightly, her loose hair covering her shoulders, her eyes sparkling as the words flowed from her heart.
In that diary, Phoebe recorded her dreams, her battles, and the fragile emotions she didn't want to forget.
Outside the window, the night was quiet, only the sound of pen on paper - a private moment, where the heart of a witch was also the heart of a girl learning to love and live to the fullest."

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