POV: Rebecca ( Moscow, Russia)
I opened my door and seen my beautiful daughter being taken away.
"No! Let her go! I already registered her! She's free! I have papers!" I found myself screaming at two men.
They turn around and their eyes are grey, they are the experiments.
I wake up to a loud scream.
"Mom, their eyes!"
They got her.
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The Plaid Love
Short StoryWhy is it hard to find 'the one'? Once you do, your life is completely changed. What are the chances of ever seeing them again? No one knows and that's the hard part.
