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by dramahazard22

                                    
                                              I could hear it when he fell asleep. His breathing evens out and our connection turned warm and fuzzy. Being close to him today was like a drug. A drug that I didn't want to give up, couldn't even. I hung up after listening to him sleep for longer than acceptable and rolled over to retrieve my pencils and notebook.
                          I hadn't had an urge to draw since Beginning had found my notebook, but my fingers itched for it now. I let myself see him how he was today. Happy. Light. Carefree. 
                          He was Beginning.

                          And I was hopelessly in love with him.
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