touching mine. His lips were as cold as his touch, I couldn't stop it, but a part of my body, in the middle of a

felt in my life, it made my whole-body tingle. In the midst of all this mental confusion I woke up, totally dazed, I star

still feel them on my skin. I stood up still with difficulty, I felt a little more tired than usual, as if my strength was being drained from me, I managed to stand

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one I was starting to consider a good friend, he was kind and I enjoyed talking to him, he was literal

could imagine, he took me deeper into the garden, he showed me which flowers were planted in specific places to make them grow well, then h

beautiful. Who take

on as she died, he took over the project on his own and started taking ca

that his

verything he could to help her and keep her alive, he was already mentally

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they left, creating a shrine to remind m

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atures that lived in that beautiful garden, the butterflies,

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as before, the feeling I felt when I was dreaming, the feeling of being pulled by