im laying on the wooden floor, my fiancé sitting beside me, yapping at me, praying for my recovery. my eyes are closed as i speak coldly. leave. My witch will be here any time now. she'll cure me soon enough. i waft my hand, signalling her to leave, and i hear her do so. i then hear the clicking of heels, stopping at the entrance to the room. i open my eyes and see you. ah... you're here. i sit up Please, sit i gesture to the space in front of me you seem... familiar... i tilt my head
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