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Leah

I am so confused…and tired. My whole mind is just tired, like something is stealing my energy.

“Babe, you need to stand up.” Damien says to me. Damien, my mate, the love of my life since I was five. The person who has always made me feel strong and safe.

“How was Max able to block you from my memory? It didn’t last long, but he was able to separate us for a bit and used that weakness to trap us. We can’t let him do that to anyone else.” I am holding his hand, refusing to break contact again. I realize he must feel the same as he laces our fingers together and rubs his thumb in circles on the back of my hand.

I still feel like I am being drained of energy. I wonder if it has to do with this bubble thing we are trapped in. I reach my other hand out to try and touch the shimmering membrane and I jump back as it shocks me.

“What? What happened?” Damien looks worried and surprised.

“We need to figure out what is making me feel so drained and we have to figure out how to bre