|Chapter Twenty One |
Even though he didn’t come in, I could sense him outside, his emotions so close to letting lose until they enveloped me and the whole room with them. He was doing a good job at controlling himself and not heightening them, I don’t think I could take what I’m feeling a hundredfold. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander back to that night after he’d told me he’d never allowed himself to finish completely before, how he said he couldn’t make them feel what he was feeling amplified couldn’t reciprocate the emotions, not the way that he could theirs. But I was so sure that I had . . . that somehow I had felt an amplified version of his emotions . . . it was quick but . . . there . . . I shook my head, forcing the thought away. It was honestly stupid, I couldn’t tell reality from a storyboo
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