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β β he was watching her as if he was enjoying her floating form in front of him, eyes filled with pure darkness and evil. β hate is such an overused word, chrissy-- but soon you won't even feel ( that ) anymore. β
and so it started, with one swift motion of his hand, β
forced a shaky laugh, even with her feet no longer touching the ground. Her fingers twitched, nails biting into her own palms as if that alone could keep her tethered to something real.
i can feel it, yeah⦠and I hate it. i hate you.
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he watched her hovering above the ground, a sense of satisfaction visible upon his features.
β stop lying to yourself, chrissy-- you know this is really happening. how does it feel knowing you can't do anything against it ? β