⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀xii. the quiet simplicity.

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chapter twelve..
the quiet simplicity.

"You are normal, you're not strange.
This feeling is a human emotion,
We all live in this deep lonely ocean."


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Stirring the warm chocolate milk in a cup, Tomi glanced around the room. There was one strange thing about Edward's room.

There was no bed.

Perhaps he slept somewhere else, but this place, this... small cocoon seemed awfully personal. Like it was his cave and the place where he really got to be himself.

"Do you want to eat something?" Edward asked quietly, legs crossed over the other as he sat in a nearby chair. From where she sat, on the white long chair, she gave him a slight grimace.

"No," She presented the mug to Edward, and took a long sip that burned down her very throat. "I'm good, thanks."

"Well, if you ever need something, don't be shy to ask."

She hummed into a nod, and glanced back down at where she launched, the diaries and the books tossed around somewhat neatly, along with a few old music cassettes.

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