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Simply, I Can't Stop Thinking of You. (Larry Stylinson)

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Parts 21
Time 4h 42m

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At some point, I feel skin tear in my throat in distress. "Stop shaking, sweetheart, I'm right here. I'm not going anyway. They'll have to pry you from my cold, dead arms," I whisper, so gently I'm not sure if it reaches his eardrums. The only reassurance I have is the way he seems to deflate and a shaky breath is the last thing I hear from him for a while. We just lay there, content in acting like there isn't an entire company after us, and that I didn't just attempt homicide, and that nothing's wrong.All Rights Reserved

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My Psycho Doctor

I don't know where am I? I was just walking with the help of my white cane. Yes, I am blind and today I became an orphan too. I don't know where to go? I felt a stubby thing. Is that someone or a puppy. I hope I didn't hurt it. I felt a pull of my hair and I shrieked in horror. " I am sorry. I can't see." I said politely but the grip only tightened. " I am sorry. I am angry." I heard a deep voice. What type of mad person is it? I guess I have heard this voice but where. I guess in hospital. I felt a breath near my ear. What is happening? Wait this ring. It feels like how Dr. Jeon wears. But he is a very polite person. " Why are you here?" A cold yet soft voice rang in my ears and I let go of my courage as a sob slipped out of my tongue. " Dr. Jeon, Is that you?" I asked. " Calm, Y/n." Dr. Jeon said. I recognize him. Where did that mad person go then? I hugged him without a thought trembling. " Why are you out?" He asked wrapping his arm around my waist. " I am homeless. I am sorry to bother you but can you help me to get to temple." I asked parting realising I was hugging him. What if he is married? It's not right. " Why temple, Y/n? Come with me. It's dark out here." He said persuading me and at last I nodded. I didn't knew that my one nod could change my life to a maze of obsession which has no escape doors.