The Invisible

The Invisible

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"You! "I screamed. It was him all along. The weird things happening, it all makes perfect sense now. But why couldn't I see him before then? There was so much that didn't make sense, and I was going to get answers some way, somehow. Then I noticed his face, the way his jaw line was sharp and so vivid in the light. The way his cheekbones moved so elegantly when he starred at you. His hair, those golden blonde hairs that flowed so perfectly over his forehead. His eyes, the way you could stare at them for eternity, you would get lost into them, the way the eyes were bluer than the ocean was. Serena was, a smart, young, independent young lady. But what happens when she learns the life around here isn't what it seems to be. Will she except her fate ? Or will she fight until her last breath ? Read to find out what happened to Serena on her long journey to learn the truth. * Please do not copy my story. And most of all, have fun reading this :) *

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