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-ˋˏ " A thousand butterflies are fluttering around in my stomach." ˎˊ-
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- norman's base -
𝑵𝒐𝒘 y/n
My eyelashes flutter. I feel a warm finger tracing along my jaw, it's familiar. I smile adorns my lips. My eyes open and I am greeted by a smile on a black-haired boy's face. "Ray," a relieved exhale exits my lips.
He doesn't speak, he just keeps his gaze on me; admiring me.
"How did you--" I look around. I'm in the orphanage, this isn't real.
I frown and with a single blink, I'm back in my enclosure. I slowly sit myself up, my h/c hair drooling down my shoulders; It's hard to cut your hair when you're sort of a fugitive.
I glance around, I'm surprised that I'm alive.
Norman enters, "You're awake, good."
"What? Come to run some tests on me?" I question.
"Y/n, that's not what I want." The albino sighs and takes a seat at the edge of my bed.
"I'm confused about what you want with me, you've been all teasy-flirty since you captured me."
"Teasy-flirty?" He scoffs, "I'm sorry if I made it seem that way, I didn't try to make you uncomfortable."
I swallow a wad of spit. "Did you give me the needle?"
He turns his gaze away from me, "yes."
I remain silent for a moment. "Thank you."
"It's what friends are for."
I scoff, Friends.
"Y/n I will always care about you, you know that." His hand rests on mine, for a moment I feel as if he's telling the truth.
