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Return to Innocence
Eternity passed, and he Never spoke.
She reclined against a tree, her mind blank, yet racing. It was true, it made sense...She just wanted Proof, of...what?
Too fast, she took his wrist—his every muscle tensed at the sudden contact, but he did not reclaim it.
It was still his hand, large and strong and gentle, callused from endless training, soft from brushing away her tears.
"Are you hungry?" she found herself asking. He was human, after all, and needed to eat. His emberous eyes revealed confusion.
"It's all right. I won't tell."
With a smile, she vanished.