Jericho
They were like veins depicting a horrid story of what happened that night, "it's the look on their face when they see me struggling to do something. It's the pity that I don't like. They try not to show it but sometimes the mask they keep in place slips. I appreciate that they treat me no differently from before but I can see that it's hard for them, too. I don't want to make the people around me miserable just because I am, Jericho."
"Swan," he called but I kept my head down so he wouldn't see the tears blurring my vision, "Look at me, Odette," when I didn't move, Jericho hooked a finger beneath my chin and forced me to lift my gaze to meet his. He wordlessly wiped away my unshed tears usin
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