badbaeluz
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Luz finds comfort in familiar places; her favorite coffee shop, the quiet park bench, the old vinyl store on the corner. It's in these same spots that she keeps seeing him-a boy who seems to exist on the edges of the world. Everyone else passes him by as if he's made of smoke, air, as if he's not even there. But Luz sees him. Again and again. Everywhere she goes.
He's not a ghost. Not a figment. Not an illusion. Just... invisible to everyone but her.
Drawn together by silent glances and unspoken songs, their paths begin to twist in ways neither of them expected.