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I quickly sit up and tried to get my phone back. "Drake Richards is your brother?!" He exclaimed, surprised. I sighed. No point on hiding it now. "Tell no one." I stated firmly, threatening him. He nodded. "No difference." He shrugs and went back to work on the project. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Clara has had enough of people. All her walls have built up, giving no space for anyone to enter. It's because one way or another, everyone leaves, one after the other. She's afraid of commitment and the only way to protect herself is by blocking everyone out. Sarcastic is how she does it and you can know she's lost. Just a lost human being in this big world. But she's not forever lost. Everything starts to make sense when a certain someone entered her non-existent life. It began with a simple gesture in class that just managed to tick her off. Nothing she expected and beyond what she has ever thought about. It's the walk down the cold street. And more to it, she's blinded by the coldness. P.S: Editing will be done after the story is finished.
Blinded by the Coldness
