phantom-s-veil

You try moving things with nothing but willpower. It's about as easy as trying to lasso a bull with a licorice

I was breaking down, wanting to fade away and cry, yet I feared ever being invisible again. My head lowered to conceal my humiliation behind a curtain of hair where I trembled as if sobbing.__ey, Gwen, it__ okay. It__ okay. Calm down.__ yearned to feel Daniel__ soft touch meet my temple and then trace along my ear, brushing back the hairs from my face. What I wanted was the comfort his caress always afforded me. He moved as if he would grant my wish, realizing at the last moment that neither of us possessed the power to touch the other.__our hair, Gwen.__ refused to do what he wanted. I didn__ care for him to see the shame plainly visible in my features. But the next thing I knew, his blue eyes were staring up at me from the ground, a glare reflecting off his glasses. The guy had dropped his books to fall over for a clear view of my face. His desperation made me laugh.__t__ going to be okay, Gwen, I pro

A guilty conscience pushed me to try harder__hich I did for what seemed like a tremendous amount of wasted time, staring bug-eyed at uncooperative pencils. What was missing? The answer seemed obvious__ntense emotional incentive. But at the moment I didn__ feel desperate or angry or afraid. Just severely bored out of my mind and guilt-ridden for feeling so mind-numbingly b