My Monster
Really pretty.
"Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool.
The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either?
The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens.
Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore.
It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.
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