Unwritten

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didn’t come true You’re safe now Just push the visions away they’re not real But Gracie rarely experienced a story glimmer this intensely at least not when she was awake Most of the time the glimmers were like spotting something out of the corner of her eye the glare of flames reflected in a windowpane Usually it was only in her dreams that she smelled the smoke sensed the heat and she found herself once again torn between curiosity and fear Are you ill a voice said beside her Gracie turned Walter watched her from behind glasses smudged with fingerprints because he was always shoving them up on his nose He reminded Gracie of a plump owl I’m fine Gracie wiped sweat from her forehead and fought the irritation that always crept over her when she was around Walter They had once been friends when they were