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Belle.
She was right in front of me, her face close enough that I could see every tremble in her lips, every tear clinging to her lashes before sliding down her cheeks. Her hands were still cupping my face, warm and shaking, her pinkish-purple eyes locked onto mine.
They were beautiful, like fractured gemstones catching the faintest light.
But I knew the truth.
She couldn’t see me.
Those eyes, as radiant as they were, saw nothing at all.
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