||Walk me home||

||Walk me home||

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The thick foliage above hides us from the suns raze and consequently from their eyes, I can hear them, they're so close now, their muscular bodies forcing the trees to bend with them and they swing from the barren branches, shaking the snow that rests on them to the forest floor. My lungs burn from my exertion, begging me to stop, but I cant if I stop I'm dead. I fought too hard, too long, and lost too many to stop now. I squeezed my arms tighter around the small furred body that clings to my own, looking to me for protection, I whisper that it will be okay. At this point, I don't know if I'm trying to remind myself or him... WARNING! this is a Caesar x human story, don't like? don't read!
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„The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?", she asked, the sound of her voice strained, as if she hadn't been talking for a long time. The boy sat next to her, staring forward into the leaving sun. He didn't even look at the young woman when she spoke. Yet still he could feel himself, only a small part of himself, longing to hear more of her voice. It used to calm him down, singing soft lullabies whenever nightmares haunted him, or telling stories to him and his brother. It was the only comfort he could rely on. And he ended it before it could poison him. Silence filled the vast empty space. Only a single Rowan tree swayed in the non existent wind, its branches reaching down where the two figures sat, sheltering them from any harm that may come their way. It was time to leave this place again. He couldn't stay here for long. He hugged his knees tight, unconsciously swaying back and forth as he did so. Maybe, if he hugged himself hard enough, he could stay here and listen to one of her stories again? Just one short story. His efforts were in vain. He realized that when his hands and feet started to disappear, just like they have done thousands of times before. There was no way things could continue the way they were now. He knew he had to stop, but a selfish part of him was still holding onto that hope that everything would be okay once he opened his eyes. „Auntie,", he said, preparing his next words. „I... really prefer sunrises." 0101011101101111011100100110110001100100011100000110110001100101011000010111001101100101011100110110000101110110011001010110110101100101

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