Sitting on the bench, on a cold winter morning, is Abigail Blackwood.
She's a soul-shooter.
She's always there, sitting on the same bench, with her camera in her hands.
I know, I have always watched her.
And before you get any ideas, no, I am not a stalker. I just happen to sit on the bench right next to hers.
She never notices me.
She's bright, cheerful, bubbly, ignorant.
The exact opposite of me.
I'm dark, wretched, gloomy and I know too much of this cruel world.
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Short StoryPlain girl, Abigail is a soul shooter. She has the ability to capture the hearts, the feelings and the emotions of a living thing, in a single picture, in a single snap. One day, she meets Cody. Blue-eyed, irresistible Cody. She takes the shot, capt...
