In the end, the things she feared the most were not what she could see before her open or closed eyes, but the things her mind made her see.
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Absence
Short StoryThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
PROLOGUE
In the end, the things she feared the most were not what she could see before her open or closed eyes, but the things her mind made her see.
