Faint Echoes

ours you want me to be .I've lost sight of

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tep. Mornings were never my favorite, and this day wasn't different. It was as if the entire world conspi

nsciously, pulling the alread

, and if it made him hap

nce were hardly noticed, overshadowed by m

stling energy of students, groups

he fringes, a solitary figure dr

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recognized as Queen's. She was a senior in

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ped, falling into step

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em. Still, she persisted, chatting about her dance club and the upcoming school danc

as if determined to crack my shell. Little did she know that my m

t was from Dan ...the only

e yet urgent: "Meet m

heavy heart, I concocted an excuse and informed

I couldn't help but feel a sense

o one of the worn-out chairs, my mind racing with worry. Why did he want

ith tears. I rushed to him, my heart aching at the sight of his distress. I didn'

echoing in the quiet room. I held him, knowing that this w

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, please jus

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time he placed his finger on

ol

ha

romise to always be there for me"this was not the first time h

omise

locked his l

tiness of his tears, mingling wit

e bl

this moment and every sing

h him every single day of my life..

resist; I couldn't. I told myself he needed this, that it was a way to ease the turmoil in his heart

d my thighs, I moa

love with him, hopelessly , and I had become submissive to hi

t just physical. It was an emotional connection,

e in silence, his fingers tra

meaning I had been here for over

estructive cycle. But in that moment, I didn't care. I only wanted to pro

all he

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