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“Like rabbits,” he muttered. “Alyssa, necklace...” She squinted. “What?”
She stood next to him, crossing her arms. “Why?”
The door closed behind them and he looked over at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled blearily, leaning back. Alyssa was still conjuring, but...
She stood up uncertainly, approaching him nervously. “Are you okay?”
Romero was pinching the bridge of his nose. “Get out,” he said lowly. “Ferris, I think you understand what will happen if you ever end up in my...
Ophelia was curled up in her spot, but she woke blearily a few minutes after he left. “Abel...?”
He stumbled, swaying dangerously. “You’re a sight for sore, brainwashed eyes,” he mumbled.
(Zoop?)
Ferris was on all fours, his head down and panting for breath. Romero looked rough too, looking back at Alyona, who was turning slowly. Ferris...
He would hear her exhale next to him before she went quiet, falling back asleep. He would feel a slight pressure on his shoulder as she rested her...
Alyona had tears in her eyes and Ferris gradually fell silent.
She nodded, looking down too. “I believe you,” she replied, her voice low and quiet.
Ferris’ cries were immediate, and pressing their hands to their ears wasn’t enough to block them out.
She didn’t notice his attention at first. Her gaze was set on the horizon, her breath coming out as little clouds of steam. Faint freckles dotted...
“Alyona,” he whispered. “Is it really you?” Alyona shifted nervously, pausing before replying. “I am here for my granddaughter,” she said...
Ophelia was trembling from the cold, her fingers pink as she tied her wet hair in a braid.
Romero looked up, but fell silent, his eyes wide with shock.
She sighed before joining, sitting next to him, her shoulder touching his.
The hologram of Alyona stood next to her, leaning against a cane and squinting at the door. “Come in,” Romero called.
She frowned, tilting her head. The rain poured on and she glanced up for a moment. “There’s not enough room, Abel. I’ll be right up next to you.”
