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"I see someting beautiful between you two, or the potential for it..." that voice had said... "I think i see love, so why do you both keep running away from it?" Why had she discounted it before? Why had she refused to see? And why now, did this shaft of pure terror slice through her at these remembered words? She knew that all of this was somehow signifigant, yet she couldn't understand how... The more she thought, hte more questions arose... Why was he different around her? How was he different around her? What did it all mean? Question upon question ran circles in her mind, the answers ust out of reach, creating chaos of already disordered thoughts. For hours, she sat staring into the darkness, fkollowing the same endless circle, chasing, but never catching the answers...Again, she went baack over that conversation, simple words, really, but somehoe, vaguely disturbing... "...I think you're the only reason he comes here..." the voice had intoned. "what makes you say that?" she'd asked. "he's different when you're here" it replied. "Different? how so?" was the return. "it's like every other conversation he's having stops, when you come in, and he focuses on only you. It's like he's just waiting for you" came the answer. "focuses? on me? waiting? for me?" she'd whispered. "yes" the reply. "i don't understand..." she'd said then. "i... hummmm... I have to go." and without waiting for an answer, she was gone, out the door, into the fading twilight... For hours, she'd wandered, sometimes running, always moving blindly away. Trying to escape all she'd been told, until she'd found herself here, in this hidden place... Seeking answers to her questions, yet afraid of what she'd find...
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