and your eyes were so familiar i knew you were staring.
it was obvious.
it was obvious it was your eyes. no one has your eyes. judging me. setting my life in stone. and my eyes, matching to yours. yours following mine.
following?
but i knew for a fact that you didn't follow. you weren't a sheep. you were the Shepard.
do you have a grudge against me?
do i have a grudge against you?
is it natural for me to hate?
is it natural for me to mask it?
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Masked Up
Historia Cortafeelings are natural, masking it up is man made. [~short story, no caps intentionally~]