Angelo kept seeing her everywhere; the blue-haired girl. Her appearances were no longer unexpected, but anticipated. Although an entity of darkness itself, he was intrigued by her beauty and... there was something else. He couldn't explain it, but something else kept him in that place of wonder.
And it wasn't like he could call her beautiful anyway: he could never see her face. It was a taunting experience every time he saw the flash of navy, glistening hair at the corner of his eye. Occasionally, he could catch a glimpse of the pale skin on her cheek, but that was all. He wanted to know more. But he was scared. She was anything but ordinary.
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The Streets of Brooklyn
FantastikA simple story about how a supernatural girl lives on her own in a boring natural world, and how she changes the lives of many.
