I was reminded of her.
Her dancing, our dancing - in sync - before I got taken away.
"Will I see you again?"
A definite no, since I'm stuck in here.
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Fanfic{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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