We traveled to Russia by plane that his insanely rich family had paid for.
When we arrived, we met a red eyed and limp boy.
He didn't seem like the one that taken the seat next to me, bright eyes and energetic, but yet, he was.
We engulfed him in a hug.
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Grids
Short StoryUnspoken whispers that are finally brought to life. A girl meets a boy in art class and with each passing day, finds herself more and more in love with him. Fear however creates a glass barrier between her feelings. Will she ever break it? "He was...
