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By evening, I had almost started to believe that Eira had completely given up on me.
And that the little light of friendship that I thought was burning?
It was gone too.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
