Nacrilis {ON HOLD}

Nacrilis {ON HOLD}

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This story is more of a build up story so it might take a while but I hope you enjoy it. On my way over I tripped expecting to fall face first. I put my arms out and braced for impact. When it didn't come I opened my eyes to see the floor, but I was hovering over it. I looked at my arm to see the scar emanating a dim crimson red light. I stayed up all night searching all of the events of what happend to me. Until I stumbled upon a site called The Narclis Species.
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"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."

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