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Fairytales

Fairytales

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Fantasy
He makes me feverish. He makes me sweat. He reminds me, I'm not human and I never will be. He brings out the carnal side of my species. He doesn't even know I exist. He's my half. Every time he walks in the room, his smell invades my nostrils and I'm doped up and can't focus in anything but him. He's dangerous to me. He tests my control and my resolve. If he were to drop dead right now, so would I. We could be in love, I could get used to him so I can learn how to control myself. It's a pity I don't believe in fairytales.
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My name is Lila, the last of the Grays. The Glass Man murdered my family seven years ago, and I've been running ever since. He finds me in my dreams and tells me I'm not human. I argue with him, because it's absurd. So what if I can sense and control other people's minds and change my appearance at will? It doesn't mean I'm like him. I try to save lives, while the Glass Man kills on a whim. When he's close, I feel our combined potential, like a nuclear bomb with the power to wipe out the human race. Maybe that's why he's looking for me. Or maybe he wants to kill me, too. Before my time runs out, I have to find out why mother left me her music box. It holds answers-I know it. Although I'm tired, I have to keep moving. Keep scrounging for food. Keep dodging bullets. Keep ahead of him. It should be an easy decision, if not for the part of me that wants him as badly as he wants me.

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