All the living things

All the living things

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A City. A Forest. One caged girl. Nova was born in that apathy, in the city where people weren't people and the buildings were left to fall on themselves. She could never think of anything else, the sad song of the sharp cement jaws and thick smog clouds. But maybe, there is another. A neat melody so pure, peaceful, a soft hand descending and picking her up, bringing her away, freeing her. A song that's made of all bright and living and happy things. Can Nova ever hear it? Can she unearth the secrets it carries?
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He grabbed my arm at the last second and pulled me back, pressing my body tightly against his. "You like living on the edge, don't you?" He asked with a teasing smile, he was so close I could feel his breath on my mouth. "Only when I know you're there to catch me if I fall," I smiled back at him, biting my lip. His smile disappeared and a frown was put in its place, "we should talk." "About why you're being an ass to me?" I asked, feeling bold. I saw the shock register on his face before he could hide it. "I wasn't aware that I was," he said and cleared his throat. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could smell him so clearly, pine and a hint of lavender, mixed with the scotch from his breath. I knew he hadn't been drinking a lot, but I had, so I took my chance, the urge to kiss him taking over. Though his lips were pretty, it was the feel of them that sent my mind into a sensual state of intoxication. His lips gently pressed against mine made my legs shake. His hands held me tight by the waist and mine was lost in his hair. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into one moment. The hint of a promise. A promise of realness, a promise to love him forever. - This is the sequel to BLAKE. This is a Criminal Minds story. I do not own Criminal Minds. The time line in this story is not accurate, it's actually all over the place. Some scenes from CM are included. Please have in mind that English is not my first language so there might be some grammar errors. Warnings: Suicide Mental illness Abuse Curse words Completed: 2024-03-21

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