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Rough, hard hands, now soft, caressed my back, pulling me close. His fresh, musky scent entered my nostrils, calming the hiccups assulting my body.
"Sh, Lys. Calm down. It's okay. I've got you. There's no need to be upset." Anger coursed through my veins as I sprang up and spoke to him in a deadly whisper "No need to be upset? No need to be up-flipping-set? The boy I loved died to save me. He sacrificed himself to the ocean. To you, to you oh great and powerful Poseidon, to you. So when you go through that and get upset well boo-frigging-hoo."
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Allysia cut herself off that day. Never spoke another word after those 6 words. Blocked all emotions.
DO NOT, I repeat NOT, expect updates to this story to be quick and regular, I merely write when I fancy.
#709 in fantasy - December 12th 2016