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โwho is jericho in the face of the world? and who is jericho lone in the abyss?โ queries dared given voice to, uncertain if the heroine was even entitled to do so. there was no intention to overstep.
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there was no reciprocation notedโโ and it tells so much about the anglerfish. the thoughts about him brewing within her mind, all are just presumptions. but one thing that stands above all else is that ๐ericho seemed to have learned the art of fending for himself through
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It truly is difficult to decipher words coming from the abyss, words that came to be a reasoning of fear, words that utter from the jaws that would drag you down into the depths of the ocean, not that youโd ever be aware of. Jerichoโs silent composure tells a different tale,
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life's cruelties, independence being brutally carved to his bones through the long years. he seemed content to remain an island of his own. hence, her hand slips quietly off of the unrequited convergence, forcibly downing indifference. โand you? what of you?โ
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her saying she's here and he is heard and seenโโ whatever ๐๐ is trying to imply.
more, she yearns to learn more of his pages, every line, every sentence, and every word, โwhat is the child to you?โ
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๐anโa listens to jericho's retell with much intent, almost slicing every detail, analyzing its elements and attempt to relate them to him. all was futile, however. ending tl decide not to speak for him. but... was he someone who was shunned during his childhood? did he
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An opportunity he will grant her, and ensure it exists within their shared axis. All of this done so easily, howbeit the bleeding start of his new life certainly moved no stones beneath petty little fingers, aureate hues do not reflect such joyous reminisce, rather somber
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live a difficult life? the heroine heaves a heavy sigh, brows faintly furrowing as worry began to brew the further the story progressed. instinctivly, obscured hues still locked on the show, a hand weaves itself on jericho's, interlocking her digits with ๐๐๐. it's just
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