The love of an Invisible
I smile at him, and he smiles at me too.
Leandro spins on his heels and steps into the room, out of the corner of my eye I watch Aya packing her belongings into her backpack. Always wearing headphones with cat ears, her hair flowing black down to her waist, long clothes, totally without salt. Maybe the only thing that could be saved about her was her violet eyes, but even that doesn't make her seem pretty. I don't like people to touch what is mine, and she dared to propose to Leandro, and me hearing every word, outraged me.
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