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Sorsha
"Then..." ~ The mudstain seems to burn her cheek as she lowers her head slightly ~ Happy, happy heart! He... well, I suppose he must mean that he feels the same way... ~ Almost bursting with unbearable joy, she wonders if her lips will tear from the wide insane smile upon her lips ~ "... then, you'll... you'll let me follow you, won't you?" ~ Languor in her eyes ~ "I won't let you out of my sight... from now on."
Realising the audacity of her words, she flushes in horrid shame and lapses into a long silence. The fear of rejection equally powerful as the force of love.
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