"You don't understand anything!" I screamed. "I was locked away and tortured for 8 years! 8 years Crimson. 8 years." I whispered. "Nothing makes me smile anymore. Nothing. My world has lost its color and turned gray. Gray is hardly a color! It's so dead. So cold, but so am I. Happy memories. Gone. I don't even know if I had a family. I gave up!" I cried clutching his shirt in my hands. "Shh." He hushed me. I felt his hand cup my chin and pull my eyes up to his golden caramel orbs. "I'm here."
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