Have you ever experienced a slight shiver down your spine when someone utters the name of a deceased individual, not quite a full-blown fear, but a subtle unease? The sound of melancholy echoes through my being as memories of the departed flood my mind. It's like I am that person, experiencing their final moments again. This overwhelming feeling of sorrow consumes me at this very moment.
"Zavier," I breathed, feeling his firm grip on my hand as he pulled me onto his lap. His breaths are labored and uneven as if he's consumed copious amounts of alcohol. My eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed his face into the crook of my neck.
"It's not safe," I added. "The Luna is always watching me—"
"Are you afraid because I'm about to unleash my true, unstoppable power?" He asked with curiosity.
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