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The world was soft. It was warm- like a ray of autumn sun. At first, a flash of panic whipped through his veins, the events of yesterday immediately choking out the flames of anxiety. A stressed sigh slipped through his teeth, the faint sound of light breathing causing the tenseness in his stomach to relax. A part of him wanted to stay like this for as long as possible- the deep darkness of the study, the quaint feeling of not waking up alone. It was another luxury that stung his eyes slightly, as if it were a cruel punishment. The mask seemed like it was latched to his face, smothering him- the gloves were a strange medium that numbed the entire world. Every touch, every notion- they were translated through a thick film of fog. If she vanished, he realized he would never know what her hand felt like. He would never see her face un-obstructed. Were there small details he would never see? A small freckle above her brow- a faint hig
J. CrownHello GoodNovel Readers! I apologize for the large gap in updating due to my college activities. After the next two chapters, this story will probably take a brief hiatus as I pitch another, more finished story, to GoodNovel (because I am a very very broke college student rip). Wishing you all health and happiness this holiday season, J. Crown
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