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LA CROIX - A SUICIDE BOYS FANFIC

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Parts 5
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Reads 873
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Parts 5
Time 12m

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The faded music was in the background and I saw unique heads of hair everywhere around me. The music pulsed in and out of focus. I felt a deep satisfaction in my body. As i slowly regained consciousness of myself, i felt my being swaying to the music. The room were filled with red alleviated lights, that laid the atmosphere of the room. Again i pulsed in and out of importance to society. To feel nonessential and important to society at the same time, makes me feel free and passionate about my being.All Rights Reserved

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"As I looked up, my eyes met someone else's. He had curly copper brown hair that fell on his forehead and a chiseled jaw but I wasn't too concerned about his physical attributes. What really stuck out to me was his hazel eyes. I felt my pupils dilate as I slowly melted in his eyes. I felt safe in the comfort of his gaze. Why do I feel safe? The room faded away. It was just the two of us. Why does he have this effect on me? His eyes looked sympathetic. Why is he sympathetic? What are my eyes telling him? I felt a warm sensation flow through my body as my breaths became deeper. I didn't care about any of what happened before and I didn't care about anyone else. I just wanted to stay in this moment, with him, forever."

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