cody, not the stalker

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  • Dedicated to John Green, because he's just awesome
                                    

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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