Pour deux âmes solitaires
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Mes paupières tombent, je suis épuisé. Mais je sais qu'elle est là, je ne veux pas la décevoir. Je ne peux pas la décevoir.
Elle est juste là, sa peau douce et frémissante, elle aussi n'en peux plus, "tiens bon" me répétais-je a moi même. La lune nous éclaire, Athéna est la seule sur qui je peux compter. Je ne peux me permettre de la perdre.
~ Histoire écrite en grande partie sous le point de vue d'Athéna~
~ Athéna et Ayden ~
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