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EIGHT
As Rydian pushed open the doors of his supposed home, Ruby's mouth fell wider open. It was a sight worthy of cherubim voices as music. Everything was in either white or gold; like a palace in another dimension.
"You live here?" She asked, dropping her backpack as she marvelled at the beauty of her surrounding. Rydian just hummed an incoherent sound, supposedly to say yes.
"Alone?" She asked again. He fell silent, his mood and movements changed. He stopped dead in his tracks, watching around carefully. Like he could sense something was wrong, or that someone was around.
"Apparently not!" He said looking up, as if someone was about to fall out of nowhere,
"What is it? You look- not OK." Ruby said, but before she could comprehend his actions, Rydian turned and touched lightly on her forehead with his middle and index finger and she fell into his arms: into a deep slumber. He carried her into his arms bridal style
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