She glanced up from the sketchpad to compare the nearly seamless recreation with its live, three-dimensional counterpart, and she sighed. She took in the perfectly straight lines forming an exact black-and-white replica of the park around her: the bench she currently occupied, the naked trees, the piles of leaves decaying nearby, the people strolling along. Camila Cabello brushed the leaf away with her left hand before sitting back to examine her progress. The pencil paused mid-stroke, its movement interrupted by the unexpected intruder in its path. It floated aimlessly, helplessly, above the taxicabs and sidewalks, caught in a dance of impromptu rhythm and improvised steps until at least, it landed. The black-brown leaf ceased its struggle to hang on surrendered instead to the pull of gravity, to the flow of the wind. She’s an amazing writer and you should check out her site. (: N: This story is originally written by Ingrid Diaz, who gave me permission to change the names and submit the story here. The Blind Side of Love (Originally written by Ingrid Díaz)
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