Bee

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“If you’re not going to tell me where you are, if you’re not going to trust me to help you, then why are you here? Why bother?” After the room reverberated with a soft growl, I felt him leave. I felt his essence drain from the room, the cold stillness that lingered in his wake. A split second before he vanished completely, he brushed past me, whispered in my ear. “Because you’re the reason I breathe.”
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