She was like a ghost. one second she was there, the next she was gone.
To her, she was simply a replaceable item. Temporary, unimportant, a simple wanderer.
To them, she was irreplaceable. Perfect, even. They wanted her. They needed her.
This wasn't love, no. This was obsession.
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The world was out to get her. He broke her heart, her mother disowned her. All the heartaches, miseries combined just made her stronger, more determined to carve out a life that would have meaning, even if she couldn't have him.