[ -- Oh, there's someone holding their face. Not just someone, Yoru. He stares at his friend, dark navy eye wide with-- bliss, or desperation, or somewhere in the realm of grief masquerading as both.
The forehead against theirs is pleasant. The eye closes, (you breathe in, and out, just like before,) and then opens again, curious now.
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The forehead against theirs is pleasant. The eye closes, (you breathe in, and out, just like before,) and then opens again, curious now.
(you're still so happy, but yoru's calling.) ]
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