32 | Bad Memories
"Stefan, komm her. (Stefan, come here.)" I looked up from my coloring book to my Oma, she had a soft smile on her face as she held a hand out towards me. I couldn't help the wide smile that spread across my face as I slipped my much smaller hand into hers, but as soon as I did the entire house was in flames. Her grip on my hand tightened as I frantically looked around the burning house, pulling against the hand that roughly tugged me away. "Süße.. (Sweetie..)" my struggling came to an immediate stop as a soft voice made its way to my ears. I kept my gaze to the ground, my hands shaking as I felt a soft hand start to caress my cheek before making its way to my chin and softly pulling my face to face theirs. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me at the pale face that stared back at me,
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