[ Though her skin crawls, Ai doesn't let herself look away. Maybe it's a trick, a lie to placate her and keep her quiet. It's not until the cloud of bugs parts and she sees him properly, scowling and miserable that something comes unfurled in her chest.
Relief. Gratitude. And whatever you call the feeling that settles into your lungs when you step inside and say I'm home.
When she beams at him in return, her smile isn't a lie either. ]
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Relief. Gratitude. And whatever you call the feeling that settles into your lungs when you step inside and say I'm home.
When she beams at him in return, her smile isn't a lie either. ]
Mmhm. Black hair suits you best, you know.