{ This a short story written by my friend Isabella Martinez. She doesn't have a wattpad account, so she asked me to publish this story for her } I've been here for centuries. I'm always busy and I'm only around for a moment; I then quickly leave. It's how I live and it's how I suffer. But I stayed for him, he was not like others. Nobody saw me, but he saw me. (continue reading to find out what happened)All Rights Reserved