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night carried footsteps. so faint adrian had not acknowledged them. til she tried to stand still, wobbling in the doorframe.

he stumbled quickly back and out of the way as the girl toppled against his door and dropped against the floor. knocking the oxgyen from her lungs. through wide eyes, casted a quick look around outside, adrian disbelieved the existence of rosie, the fact of her abnormality. she could not have escaped the confines of her bedroom locks, but she had. he moved to touch her arm, instead of questioning.

and then she looked up. a slick color of black replaced her eye sockets.

(he - il)

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