Embers from the fireplace lit the dim room, everything was still and calm, I was being held in... someone's.arms, they rocked me slowly back and forth while humming a soft and gentle tune. I didn't know who she was, but I knew that she was something sweet, something good. Something that was coated in the sweetest of sugars or the purest of chocolates, something that left a pleasant taste on the tip of your tongue. I don't know where she is now, but all she has left me with is a melancholy bitterness that has stained my mind.
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Opia
РазноеOpia - (O-pea-yuh) the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable-their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque-as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell...
