Cells Work, Love Doesn't (Cells at Work!)

Cells Work, Love Doesn't (Cells at Work!)

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(AE3803 x U-1146) She can't. She couldn't. She stares into the bottomless pit of her emotions. He would always be there for her, wouldn't he? Every time she was headed for the lungs, she would grab two cups of tea, and he would always be there, stopping by. And almost every time she found herself running away from another germ, he would arrive just in time to target it. He would always listen to what she had to say, and she would listen to what he would teach. It was too much of a coincidence, wasn't it? She wonders if it made sense. She walks forward; she is greeted by the sight of a bunch of other cells. She pauses, doubts for a bit, but she gathers the courage to ask them, "What is love?" OR: AE3803 asks for love advice in a world where it barely exists.
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I push up slowly, still dizzy. A hand pulls me up. I sluggishly swing at it in an attempt to escape. They catch my hand and squeeze my wrist forcing me to drop my knife. They swing me into a cradle position. My stomach jumps to my mouth and I press my face against the person holding me. Pine forest fills my nose. A gentle whinny comes from beside me and a gentle breath ruffles my hair. A sudden movement has me holding onto my captor's shirt for dear life. Then we're flying. Or at least it feels like it. I open my eyes and pull away from the person holding me just enough, so I can see us moving away from a black cloud at a fast rate. I look up to see Obi. I sigh and wince at my pounding headache. I lean back into Obi. "Thank you," I whisper. "I don't need your thanks," is his rough answer. I try to ask what I did to deserve such a response but I don't. My eyes droop closed and I drift. ⚪⚫⚪ Vela never realized what she had set in motion when she ran. Now that she knows she needs help. Help that won't come so easily from a person who hates her kind. ⚪⚫⚪ I DO NOT OWN AKAGAMI NO SHIRAYUKIHIME NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

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