Clara Diaz was the opposite of invisible. She was the student council secretary, the lead in the school play, and had a laugh that could fill a silent library. She ran on espresso and good intentions, and was known for two things: her vintage headbands and her habit of tripping over air.
Theo’s face went pale, then scarlet. He snatched the book from her hands like it was on fire. “That’s… that’s not. I was practicing shadows. You were just there.” cute sex teen
At the spring formal, he gave her a small framed sketch—the two hands, now finished. The fingers were touching. And beneath it, he had written in tiny, perfect letters: The End? Clara Diaz was the opposite of invisible
