"You're a demigod," I'll tell you, awed. It will be the fourth day since your crash, and you're leaning quite comfortably against your dragon's head while cleaning out your greasy fingernails with your knife.
You won't deny it, the way I'll expect you to. Instead you'll flick your teeth with your tongue and raise your eyes to mine, before allowing me the exhilarating experience of watching you roll over the floor in torrents of hysterical laughter.
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Where I Belong| ongoing
Teen Fictioneverything comes full circle. we are all parts of a whole. at some point. ©goddang-
