Chapter 8 (His POV)

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     I looked down at the girl around my age wonder what this feeling was. "I'm fine," she said.
"I know I just worry," my voice trailed of at the end hoping she didn't hear me speak such embarrassing things. I walked around to the other side of the bed, and layed down next to her, and heard her say, "Earl?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"What's your real name?"
"Ciel, and yours?"
"(Y/n)..."
     I glanced over at her thinking she fell asleep, but instead saw two (color) eyes staring back at me.

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