The eyes. So many eyes, all staring at him—in the street, on the bus, in the Metro, everywhere. They, like the shadows, accused. They saw through his frail form to the nothing inside. They questioned his ability to create. They denied his link with perfection. He couldn’t stand the eyes. The eyes couldn’t find him in his studio and that was more important than eating. Of course, he’d rationed, but nothing lasts forever. Nothing. Nothing but her.

...Excerpt from "Creating Belle," by Angel Leigh McCoy

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