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Violet Eyes, Shades
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BLAISE “Noel!” It’s my fault. It feels as if my own breaths are being twisted away from my throat. The door swings shut limply behind me, clicking weakly into place. My gaze wavers violently as it slowly settles on a pair of unblinking amber eyes. No. Not him. Why? He hadn’t even… Noel gives me a soft smile. He taps his lips, in a gentle reminder. “Mask, Blaise.” It feels as if the world is crumbling down in front of my eyes. With trembling hands, I grip one of the masks and pull it over my mouth. I’m about to rush over to his bedside when he shakes his head. He whispers silently. Don’t. He tells me not to come closer, with bloodshot eyes and his face streaked with the harsh, dark colors of violet. But how can I not. How can I not? When I can see the way his own hands tremble underneath his gloves. I ignore his warning. His eyes widen as I easily push past the several empty beds separating me from him. Tears sting the corners of my eyes as I watch him flinch, wh
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