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. . . Until she hears it. Hears *him*. One simple word that pulls her from her panic, eyes darting around to finally land on him. She turns, the glitching slowing, if for but a moment.

" Dear..? "

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No, No, She can't go *back*. No, she *just* became herself again, can't she just have *one more moment*? One more moment to see, to feel, to *know*. One more moment with *him*, *please*.

Tears well in her eyes as her form continues to glitch and tear- abstracting at the very seams.

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'Breaths' come in shallow, shaky waves. She can barely see herself in the endless blackness of this. . . place. Multi-colored eyes stare into her palms - she hasn't *seen* her hands in so *long*, were they always this shaky?

Her hands move to rest on her head, body trembling and /glitching/.

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The dark. She always felt /calmer/ in the dark. Able to think - as far as she *could* think while anger and endless, deafening static clouded her mind. It's been a long, long time since she could properly say that she was *herself* - that she was /real/, and /there/.
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i need you carnally

( Yes! )

[ Double thumbs up! ]

[ from the dark ] ( it's a 'serve'. like 'cunt!' )

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