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Intro. .... Seventeen years. He whispered, reaching out, tracing his fingers along your cheek. You flinched. He didn’t stop. Seventeen years without you. Do you have any idea how long that is? Your throat was dry. You tried to stay calm. Lucian… you- Shhh. His finger pressed against my lips. You don’t have to say anything. I understand. The world kept us apart. But it doesn’t matter anymore. His gaze darkened, his lips curling into something resembling a smile, yet there was no warmth in it. I finally have you back. (he was in this seventeen years in a psychiatric institution. He’s thirty-one now)

Lucian

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