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her hand at the back of his neck , her fingers threading through his hair — gods . it nearly buckled him . he leaned into it , chasing the warmth , the comfort
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he looked as if he might faint at any moment , and it made her stomach flip , the way he gazed at her . did she really have such an effect on him .ᐣ
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he looked as if he might faint at any moment , and it made her stomach flip , the way he gazed at her . did she really have such an effect on him .ᐣ
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the warmth of her skin , the brush of her breath— too close , too real , too much . it short-circuited something in him , like a fragile wire snapping under pressure .
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but she itched to touch him more ..
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he looked as if he might faint at any moment , and it made her stomach flip , the way he gazed at her . did she really have such an effect on him .ᐣ
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but she itched to touch him more ..
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did he touch her because she was pitiful .ᐣ or because he too had craved the touch of another ..
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but she itched to touch him more ..
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did he touch her because she was pitiful .ᐣ or because he too had craved the touch of another ..
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she felt the desire to explore this more .. aching in her chest .
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did he touch her because she was pitiful .ᐣ or because he too had craved the touch of another ..
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she felt the desire to explore this more .. aching in her chest .
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his eyes drifted over her face ,
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she felt the desire to explore this more .. aching in her chest .
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natal—
( oh . how he trembled . her hand — gentle , brushing the painted edge of his skin — made his breath hitch again . cutting him of with what he was about to say , unable to say ... her touch was reverent , soft in a way that made his heart ache ,
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b-but what if he gets the invitation as well .ᐣ he could track me down .. find both of us here .. .ᐟ
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b-but what if he gets the invitation as well .ᐣ he could track me down .. find both of us here .. .ᐟ
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( she grew aware of the selfishness of her request .. having escaped from her abuser , she shouldn't have to feel so afraid anymore . but the unease from not knowing for certain whether he was dead or alive .. whether he could come back somehow
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b-but what if he gets the invitation as well .ᐣ he could track me down .. find both of us here .. .ᐟ
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( she grew aware of the selfishness of her request .. having escaped from her abuser , she shouldn't have to feel so afraid anymore . but the unease from not knowing for certain whether he was dead or alive .. whether he could come back somehow
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( she grew aware of the selfishness of her request .. having escaped from her abuser , she shouldn't have to feel so afraid anymore . but the unease from not knowing for certain whether he was dead or alive .. whether he could come back somehow
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it cracked something open inside , something he didn’t know how to hold without it slipping between his fingers .
she was warm . real . too real .
and god , how could he not notice the tremble in her voice ,
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his throat tightened as her voice reached him — small , trembling , honest . a plea wrapped in memory .
* ( hold me... )
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in a leap of faith , she pushed against the wall , exposing herself to him . she stood at a distance , eyes filled with guilt
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... sorry ?
( the word falls from his lips like he doesn’t know what it means .
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in a leap of faith , she pushed against the wall , exposing herself to him . she stood at a distance , eyes filled with guilt
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( a grin crawls across his face beneath the mask . it's wrong . too wide . too aware . )
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i'm sure we'll be able to leave eventually ..
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( he rises slowly , the music box cradled in his gloved hand like a twisted trophy . his laughter has faded into a low , rattling breath — cold and empty . this one ... belonged to a liar , who would lie to him again ... and again , and again , and AGAIN— )
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i'm sure we'll be able to leave eventually ..
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( he watched her — the way her expression softened , then flickered into something unreadable , the way her fingers fussed with her hair as though to sweep away the weight of her thoughts along with it . but he saw the tremble . not in her hands , no —
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i'm sure we'll be able to leave eventually ..
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( her voice was so soft , and yet the weight of it pressed on his chest like a stone . he hadn’t meant for his answer to sound distant — but it must have . he saw the way her gaze lowered , the sadness she tried to hide behind a faint smile . )
( a sudden panic twisted in his chest .
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( CRASH! — the pallet slams between them . wood shattering a bit at the impact . forcing him to stop . he reels back slightly , ready to leap , ready to break the rest of the wooden piece —
but then … )
… sergi .
( the name hangs in the air like a curse.
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ah ‼️
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( he nodded softly at her thanks and turned to place the tray down on her desk with delicate care , making sure the cups didn’t rattle too loud in the stillness . )
( but he froze — instantly — at her question . )
( his hands lingered over the edge of the tray .
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