Withered

Immediately my eyes was set on him, it became fixed, stagnant but my mind was the opposite, my heart kept racing. "He's gone!" and there was nothing I did to save him. Actually, there was nothing I could have done to save him, to prevent this, to have stopped this from repeating. It's a mystery, I believe; a curse that's withering my flower.
Having been on the run all through her life, Faye Smith blends perfectly even with the sun and that's her goal, to be invisible so as to limit the appetite of her so called curse. But sometimes the invisible is seen by the visible.