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Mist
We always pursue that of which is hidden.
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I MUST SAY, if I were to arrange the most emotional parts of me, I would put my knees first before my heart. Maybe the fact that I have accustomed myself to be prepared at circumstances like this made me immune to always being aimed at.
Or maybe I was just used to dying, I did not care anymore.
But my knees… my knees were something different.
They were voluntary muscles that are meant to react only when I tell them so. And at this moment, they were acting better as a heart more than my real one. They were beating against my bone, tensing up and fighting the urge to crush my caps on the floor and beg.
But this has never happened before.
In fact, if anything, I should already have been prepared. After all, Klein is nothin
