I could never quite reach her.
The days turned to nights, and no matter how far I looked I could never find her. The minutes seemed endless, and the hours became like a void in my heart. I was never going to see her again, and neither would anyone else.
She was like a ghost, and by then, maybe she was one.
To me she was a force of nature, move or be moved.
She touched my life.
She changed it.
Her name is Isabelle.
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Isabelle.
Teen FictionFriends for years, Isabelle brings out the best in Lucas Hart. So when she goes missing things begin to change. The stages of grief kick in for a girl who could be dead or alive. Maybe this is another paper town story, except there are no clues, and...
