The Edge's  game

The Edge's game

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"Am very sorry...." "Just go!" She snapped and turned to the mirror and gasped, her eyes widen with horror as she turned towards me and back at the mirror that didn't reflect my image, her mouth dropped as she started hyperventilating holding on to the sink as she turned to me. "Please don't freak out, I won't hurt you." I begged when I noticed her hands was shaking. "Edge please...." ------------------ Morgana is a teen that hates her name and goes by the name Edge. She's a stubborn girl that makes people looked as if they don't exist. She hopes to have a normal life in Light hill town until one day,she talked to who she shouldn't have, when a secret surfaced which changed her forever and love finally changed her heart.
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