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She shook her head adamantly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I don't want you to run away in the night," she said with a small smile. "Go shower."
She sighed, brushing his hair back gently. “Go shower. I’ll stay with you for the night.”
“She won’t hate you, Z,” she said gently, cupping his jaw. “She’s not a bad person. If Reeve was able to leave us alone, she will too.”
She laughed a little. “She wouldn’t call the guards. She’d take you herself.”
She looked up at him before coming over to him, her brow furrowed as she took his hands. “Talk to me, Z.”
She looked over at him, her brow furrowed before she entered, going over to the kitchen and pulling out a box of matches. She carefully went...
The guesthouse was very small and on the other end of the farm. Inside was a double bed and a small kitchen area, with a bathroom and a shower. It...
She seemed very disheartened before shaking her head. “Uhm... okay. Come with me. I’ll show you to the guesthouse...”
Her whole face faltered and she frowned at him, her brow furrowing in disappointment. “Z...”
She blinked in surprise. “Why not?”
She ran her hands along the leaves, her eyes softening before she turned back to him, offering her hand.
As the farm came into view, June picked up the pace, her ears pricked up. The farmhouse lights were on, and she walked through the corn, her eyes...
She softened, her fingers curling in his shirt gently as she looked at him. “We’re almost there,” she murmured gently. “Come on.”
She frowned, standing on her toes and kissing him gently. “Don’t be nervous. Be you.”
Her ears perked up at this sign of concern. “Yes. Are you okay?”
She slipped off his back, looking up at him nervously and taking his hand.
She fell silent and he would be almost be able to hear her panic manifesting in her head, her limbs stiffened and her body rigid and tight against...
She relaxed a little, rubbing his back gently. “Trust me.”
“Please don’t give up on this,” Juniper pleaded, sounding like she was panicking a little. “On me. I think I can get this to work.” He would feel...
“She won’t remember you,” Juniper said, shaking her head. “She doesn’t even remember what Marlys looks like. She was pretty young. But... you...
