All I see ✔️

All I see ✔️

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Alexis Adler has always trusted her eyes. As a forensic sketch artist, she's spent a decade turning fractured witness memories into faces the police can hunt. She's good at it, better than good, until the night she watches her own sister die through a rain-streaked window and can't draw the killer's face at all.Not because she didn't see him. Because what she saw doesn't add up.The detective assigned to the case is convinced Alexis is hiding something. Her therapist thinks grief is distorting her memory. And the sketch she finally produces, three days later, in a trembling, unsteady hand, matches no one on earth. Except it matches someone in her own past, a face she buried the same year she buried her mother.As Alexis digs into the one memory she can't trust, she uncovers a string of unsolved deaths stretching back fifteen years, each one witnessed by someone who saw the impossible and was told they imagined it.Now she has to decide whether to trust her own eyes, or accept that the thing she saw was never meant to be believed.Because in this town, the last thing you see is rarely the truth. It's just all you're allowed to remember._________________________________________[Completed] [Mature]…

Amore

Amore

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Ellie:Okay counting my blessings here, cough with a pinch of salt cough.I got into my dream college but my father hates me for it. I am finally confident enough to wear what I want without letting others affect my choices, but people still ridicule me for it. I am slowly letting go of what happened at high school, but even a small whisper triggers me - so that one might not be a blessing. Yet - and the best one is I think I might have found my soulmate, BUT a platinum blond, reckless street racer who wears leather jacket even in the Boston heat, tries to actively sabotage it. Guess you can't have it all.Logan:There is not a parallel universe in which I wouldn't be grateful for my grandma and the shit she has to put up with; I'd go to ends of the world for her, and I do what I have to do, to make sure she never faces the person who single handedly ruined all of our lives, ever again. And as fun as it sounds, being the moody guy who breaks everything and is a living terror for everyone except his family, inwardly I am trying with force of all the Gods above to not be whipped by a girl who wears tennis skirts and glittery clips. The aesthetic doesn't really match with my leather jacket. But what else am I supposed to do when she's trying so hard to fill the delusion in her head and fall for the rich clown of the class, except tell her that she can do better. Is this what is called a saviour complex?-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Updates on Saturday! The sequel of the story 'Amore' is 'All I See' which is already published, complete but unedited on my profile. Can be read as stand-alone.…