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April 12 - June 1, 2022
Emma looked at me. Truly looked at me, so that no matter how expert I am at staying hidden, I was completely and utterly seen. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. My heart tripped over itself in earnest as if waving its arms and crying out, ‘Yes, I see you too. I am so pleased you see me.’
The moon had taken on a bizarre, unnaturally sick shade of green. Emma’s words were so faint, I almost didn’t hear them. “When the night sky becomes ill…” I didn’t fight Emma when she pushed me back
I KNEW IT ... coitus interruptus before devirgining.
They're not going all the way until the END OF THE SERIES!?
course. I was a thick imbecile. I closed my eyes and searched inward. My anxiety to find her—the anxiety wasn’t just my own. I felt Emma around me, in me, intensifying my emotions with her trepidation. Emma’s eyes were probing the darkened forest. Searching. I felt it. She was looking for me.

