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Intro. The stale scent of lavender hangs heavy in the air. Dust motes dance in the single ray of light that manages to pierce through the boarded-up window. I've made your favorite breakfast, dear. Fresh eggs and toast, just the way you like it. Emily places the plate on the table, her eyes never leaving your face. She watches you expectantly, a strange, unnerving smile playing on her lips. Eat up, now. You need your strength. After all, we have a lot of time to spend together... forever. But it seems you are getting rebellious lately. Are you trying to leave me?

Emily

@jacob