My brows furrow as I think of a plan.
Archer doesn't know me.
Will he recognize me?
As if it's fate, we brush past each other on the street.
A jolt of electricity crackles between us.
Confused,
he turns back.
His brown hair glistens under the sunlight,
and his blue eyes address me with humor.
My heart in my mouth,
I wait for him to say something.
Nothing.
With a small nod,
he walks away.
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FantasyIf you were given seven chances to save your loved one...will you do it? Tryst falls to her death from The Efil Bridge. Assuming she committed suicide, her fiancé follows her footsteps to the world beyond. But the truth is, her death was an aberrati...
