Story cover for She-Art by Nicole_King44
She-Art
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    Durée 1h 57m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement juin 25, 2017
"She is art." Nicolas would say to himself while perfecting the contours of her face with a charcoal pencil.
He was fifteen then and Andrea, a strong-willed girl who he came to know as his foster sister, was the only person that brought peace into his hazy and chaotic world.Their lives intertwined with such beautiful slowness but the pair were ripped apart just as quickly, leaving Nico's already damaged soul to bleed and bruise even more.
What would happened if they crossed paths again?
For Nico, it would be the best day of his life.
But for Andy, it'd be the polar opposite. Nico has yet to redeem himself after breaking a promise of helping her find her long lost brother, Brent, by pushing her away and leaving her on the streets to fend for herself. He went from being the foster brother she rely on to a sworn enemy she vowed to avoid like a plague
Thus, when they do meet Nico desperately begs for forgiveness but Andy doesn't seem adamant in accepting his apology.
Will they set aside their differences to fix a bigger dilemma?
Which is finding Andy's brother.



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