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LUCA

Reads 1,013
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Parts 14
Time 1h 32m

Reads 1,013
Votes 60
Parts 14
Time 1h 32m

He was like a four-leaved clover in a field of grass, beautiful, not just because he was lucky but because he was different. 
He was like a patch of fresh snow in a mushy, trodden ice-rink, almost too pure to last. 
He was like a voice among a bedlam of screams, quiet but strong all the same.
He was like the last flowers of the season, gone but not quite. 
He was everything I ever needed.
But time is such a trickster, isn't it? It shuts the door the moment you think you've figured out the way...All Rights Reserved

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THROUGH MY EYES

> I swear he was standing there. Just for a second. One blink - and he was gone. But in that second, everything shifted. The air, the silence, me. I've never seen him before, but my soul did. It recognized him before I even knew what that meant. Now, he's in my dreams. Not like a memory - like a presence. Watching. Reaching. Waiting. I don't know his name. I don't even know if he's real. All I know is... I was never supposed to see him. And now I can't forget.