I Prefer a Slow-Paced Romance
Myka ran over to him, but he just smiled in relief and slowly closed his eyes.
“Aster! Wake up!” she shouted at him at the top of her lungs. In her grief, she noticed that her hands were slowly becoming transparent.
First, it was her fingers, then her arms. Finally, her whole body became transparent.
Was she going to leave the world?
…
“Myka Morales, stand up!”
A loud shout rang out, and Myka’s eyes flew wide open. She was in a classroom.
The one who called her name was Tihana Ivanovic, her homeroom teacher from twelfth grade.