questionable existences in this earth
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The fact that you know it’s not right, makes me all the more safer, she mused, grinning a bit broader now. She had come to the realization that his issue was no easy fix; her kind words wouldn’t be enough. But maybe for now, since it seemed all she could do, it would be enough. Her different eyes watched as he edged a bit closer, and a calm warmth, foreign to her, began to spread through her body. Don’t be in such denial, she scolded softly, laughing a bit. I’m still here aren’t I? You may not think I can help you… but I feel that I can, or at the very least I can try. Her fingers ached to reach for him, and it wasn’t too long before the dull feeling became nonsensically unbearable. She lifted her hand slowly and gently cradled the side of his face, smiling tenderly.

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