And yet that pulsing is mirrored by the presence of another, looming behind her with an eerie warmth.
As she stands in the light, shadows are always present. For there is no light without shadow. Even in his absence, his presence is more than a fathom. This time though, when his breathing reaches -
As she stands in the light, shadows are always present. For there is no light without shadow. Even in his absence, his presence is more than a fathom. This time though, when his breathing reaches -
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"Always so desperate to be aware. It blinds you towards the truth."
Her breath hitched, flesh prickling up the back of her neck as she felt the heat of his body and the caress of his exhale on the shell of her ear. Buckles and bangles clinked as she whirled around in an instinctive attempt to out at least an arm’s reach between them.
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Swallowing, she willed the racing of her heart from betraying itself in her voice.
" What truth is there in unconsciousness? "
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