~Reira~
Light... pretty light... it falls through the glass on my side and makes shadows across my blanket. I can't take my eyes off it. The feeling of the comb going through my hair again feels good. I like it. Who is combing my hair again?
I tunred when the combing stopped. The boy with the comb was talking to someone. I know this boy. How do I know him? I feel like he's important... Important... very important. His attention returned when I tugged on his shirt. What did he say? The comb went through my hair again. It feels good. There's a girl in the room. She's pretty.
There's two boys too. One is fairly large. Do I know them? They seem to know me. Maybe I know them.
The light took my interest again. Pretty light. The shadows are strange. They change quickly, don't they? I wonder why? I like them though. The comb went through my hair again. It feels really good. Who is combing my hair?
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In Sickness And Health ~Shikamaru~
FanfictionThe state of ones mind can sometimes be the defining point of how others might view them and interact. A girl who has been left alone, suffering from damage caused by an accident has made an unlikely friend in one lazy ninja, but that friendship tak...
