To live or to love
The soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl were the only sounds that could be heard.
Zen lay on his back, his arms sprawled out at his sides, his chest rising and falling slowly. His face was relaxed, and his breathing was deep and even. Furo was curled up on his side, his arms wrapped around his body. His breathing was a bit louder than Zen's, and he let out a soft snore every now and then. Gasher was lying on his stomach, his head turned to the side, facing Furo. He was breathing deeply, and his body rose and fell with each breath.
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