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Edited by Psycho S.
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Flickering hues of blue suddenly lit up his eyes, ocean-strong, swimming with harsh sun-lit currents.
He would have to use their 'past' like a veil for his mind to live through the present — in the moment that was called the 'gift of life'. Their past would be a protective screen that would hide the damage caused by the reality of the situation.
No matter what, a life without her was a reality worse than any nightmares.
He could either choose pain or more pain.
Deciding on rejecting the truth and the present time, his choice couldn't be more obvious.
