and his point had been made. He could no longer endure this painful scene. “Oh . . my dear child, please do not cry. I beg, I cannot see you like this.”
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The achingly long seconds turned to minutes which felt more like hours. He convince himself that this was a lesson of sorts—something that she would keep with her in the future, and yet he felt the sharp, stabbing pain grow the moment she fell to the floor: +
how often do little girls have their dreams come true? how often do little girls who have seen tragedy and known heartache beyond mere grief get to stand in the spotlight and glitter like the stars they admired in the night sky?
Christine could barely contain her smile.
monster was incapable of being an angel, but the facade had gone on for too long to shatter now.
“Angel,” he finally called out, his voice booming throughout and cascading over her as if he tried to embrace her through sound alone. Enough damage was been done, +
be said for the entirety of his past. Finally, it seemed that he relented, albeit somewhat given how he danced around a clear answer. “I constantly moved. There was only one place I remained for a time, but it was a living hell. I fled when I could.”
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Trying in a time of his life where he loathed all of humanity, and solely wished to be left alone just as the cruel god of this world had predestined him. It wouldn’t be easy, but he wasn’t exactly helping the situation either. He felt he had tried enough in his youth, +
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God help her , she was trying . Trying to get through that irritable old man . Like throwing pebbles on a brick wall .
“ That much was obvious . We don't stand on Italian soil . ”
Had he always been like that , she wonders . Had her childish brain once completely
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and now, there was no use.
“East for God’s sake. Must I draw a detailed path of my journey across the continents,” he huffed, his fingers now harshly digging into the thin flesh of his arm. Obviously, it wasn’t something he liked to reminisce on, but . . that could easily +