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'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ chapter one i

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'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ chapter one
i. morning my love.























-ˏˋ⋆‗ 𖤓    "i know your awake, darlin'." a raspy voice that send goosebumps at the skin, hairs sticking up and feel that odd sensation of it, yet it's never something that will be discussed with as it is also a warm fuzz, it was soothing. the brown eyes opened wide and a smile that showed her pearls, it caught the heart of the one who spoken.

to have eyes glued to each other to suck up the light that reflects both of them rather well, to see close up of the morning wake. she watches the way he adores her, his emotions matches her's — no doubt in her mind as well she is giving him the exact look.

he is beautiful, inside and out. naima had seen and witnessed fist hand ever since the age of sixteen.

she remembers when she had turned this age something felt quite odd, it wasn't an alarm to go off at because naima had no words to really explain what the difference is. she knew her family members would've said, 'your growing into a young lady.' and maybe that was that.

but no, the feelings between a crave she felt she would never have in her lifetime, to an almost invisible string tie that wants to lead her down where her heart can finally be at peace rather than beating faster that usual rhythm.

who would have expected it to be none other than one of her best friends brother. "and how long have you been up?" a teasing smile makes it way up, naima brings her hand to lock into his, he immediately welcomes it. then a small frown falls on her, "i hope i didn't—"

"shush." a warm feeling on her lips let's naima process that he had kissed her.  his brown eyes were closed and his hair wild from sleep. yet with such a small moment naima inhales it all. "i've been up for a bit, not long before you woken up. how did you sleep?"

she rolls her eyes softly, the comfort of blankets laid on top of her body soothes her. the warmth of it gives peace, safety as she is in bed with her lover. "i think i had an episode.. i hope i didn't." she looks at him in hopes she was wrong, that she didn't and the two both slept peacefully.

his face — jeremy gilbert, naima knew all too well as his eyebrows lower with his eyes giving a gentle gaze. she did have a bad night, his face expression tells it and naima can remember that she doesn't sleep with so many blanket unless it's for her nights of terror.

"i'm sorry love, oh god, i hope i didn't scream or punch you, did i?"

with his solemn look he immediately shakes his head. "no, no, nothing like that last night." jeremy lick his lips. she could feel their bond in a mix way. was he scared for her? or at her? why is he worried? before she can get lost in her head as he sees her eyes refocus differently, as if she was slowly leaving this world and into her own. "nai? my love,"

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