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Chapter Thirty-Three : The Fairy-Tale Like Morning

Eleanor's P.O.V

A familiar scent of maple trees in autumn hit my nose as I started to regain consciousness because of the sunlight hitting the lids of my eyes.

Daniel...

My eyes snapped open as I turned to look at my side. And, there he was sleeping so peacefully as if he never vomited blood yesterday. As if everything was just perfect. Like how it was supposed to be...

Seeing him sleeping beside me like an angel I forgot to breathe for a moment. Small strands of his dark hair were perfectly scattered across his forehead as his chest rose and moved back down in a perfect rhythm.

Why does everything about this man all seem so perfect to me?

Maybe, he just was. So perfect. So enchanting. So unreal.

My eyes which were once trained on his face trailed down to his neck as my eyes lingered on the gem of his necklace. It seemed a little brighter shade of red than it was in the past few days...

Ugh! Maybe I am being t
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