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When she first began to think of the mask as a comfort, she became angry with herself. the thing was a result of his sacrifice for her.
But the soft sound of his breathing through the mechanical apparatus had lulled her to sleep so often - the sharp glint of the metal of it during their time in the desert after being exiled from the league always bringing her attention to his face only to be met with the softness of his eyes.
The shame of seeing that mask over the years didn’t disappear though, it just morphed into the feeling of dread when she began to realize how distant and fuzzy his face before the wounds had become in her memories.
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Đăng lúc 5-9-2020 21:25:17
