Another day, another drabble. And maybe, eventually some full stories. Maybe.
61. Thunder
Their circumstances are those which could never be predicted, having exceeded the expectations of almost all modern sciences. By any other researcher's information, it should not have worked, definitely not as it had. Staring stunned at the newly formed Lexaeus though, Zexion worried about different probabilities. How impossible was it that returning his heart would make the flush of his cheeks feel more natural? To feel this never spoken emotion without thundering in his chest seemed an awful waste.
The sixty-first. Thirty-nine to go.
See you tomorrow?
-Josiy x