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[37.1] FIRE AND ICE (part-one)

작가: Mckayla Chinyama Queen
last update 최신 업데이트: 2024-03-08 22:08:12

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"For what Terrors does the Night Wolf hold? Is it only the night? Or things far worse?"

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[KAYOS]

The Night air blows through the strands of my hair. I remain still, a silhouette against the dark. My mind is far gone, deep in my thoughts.

I am not angry, disappointed perhaps. I still did not have concrete information about Shade. But It is her voice I heard in the endless. I swear it.

However, if she had been there, it is not something she would simply forget.

She says her dreams are far from mirroring mine. But her heartbeat heightens when she says so, and her lips quiver. Her eyes refuse to meet mine and her words overlap when she speaks.

These are things I do not overlook. When people lie, they often ramble. Shade says friends do not lie.

Perhaps she cannot remember her night in the endless. That is the only explanation. For, despite her denial, the feel of her delicate fingers against my forehead is something I cannot forget.

I catch a breath at the memory.

My heart
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