Whenever the wind would blow, it gave Jovi a sixth sense she never knew she had. One that no one else would ever endure. She felt free and perfectly alone. No one else understood her. Not her family, friends, no one.
She had to go.
Leave.
Never return.
She had to follow her sixth sense.
And go where the wind blows...
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The Junk Drawer
De TodoWhere I'll put all my random unfinished works and contest entries.
