"What is beautiful anyways? Is it the color of someone's skin or eyes? Their height? The way they dress? What is it?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. "I think beautiful is someone who looks past the exterior and gives people a chance. Someone who tries to understand another. An unselfish being. Someone who doesn't see with their eyes but their heart," he replied playing with the bracelet around his wrist, "That truly is a beautiful thing." Celeste has been called beautiful all of her life. She is convinced that guys only want to go out with her because that's all they say they like about her. She's beautiful. To graduate Celeste needs thirty-five hours of community service. She decides to answer an ad in the paper for a temporary aide for a blind teenager, Seamoore. With their new found accidental friendship, Seamoore opens Celeste's eyes that seeing isn't just with your eyes. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

"...I don't want to make the choice that I would regret the rest of my life again. And now, I say, I am not letting go, and I never will." Chase's eyes widens and he sighs. His arm has slipped and I am now clutching his wrist. I know my super durability cannot hold on any longer. I can barely keep my eyes open. My chest is heaving, my vision is blurry. I don't even dare look up at the scorpions. And then there it is again, the hair-raising shook. The branch swings hard and the sweat only slips my hand more on the branch. Chase grits and I see the determination in his eyes. "I'm sorry." his hazy voice echoes in my ears. He touches his temple with two fingers. "Connect to Bree."