Thirty Three
SR: Bring Me the Horizon - Doomed thirty-three. Marina. Cold, hard grey eyes stared at me, hatred pooling in them. She looked really good even with her glaring at me as she did. I knew that I missed Eryn, but seeing her in front of me made me long to be in her arms desperately. Her hair was much longer than it was from two years ago. It was slicked back and tied into a low half-bun. It made her seem much scarier. With her hair away from her face, her features looked much sharper than I remembered. The bags under her eyes were nonexistent and something about that troubled me. Eryn wordlessly walked past me, kneeling down and trying to figure out how to release Amelia. "I'm sorry," I said, cringing the second the words left my mouth. They sounded better in my head, but aloud I sounded
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