Chapter Forty Seven- Isaac

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She was a helpless girl.

How had she suddenly calmed down after her panic attack by just being next to me? I didn't use any manipulation on her. . . Or what if I did?

What if I could somehow control her mind without even realizing it? My mind wondered to her thoughts from last night. I felt her emotion and it was something so abrupt that I was convinced that I had accidentally manipulated her into liking me.

Here's a crazy accusation Isaac: What if she actually likes you?

No. No one could have feelings for me.

But, seeing her crying in her sleep and hallucinating was torture. Maybe I could manipulate her into not having anymore nightmares? No. I will never use manipulation on her ever again.

Now, I sat slumped in my desk chair, listening for any sort of sound, like I had been doing for hours on end.

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