The last weeks were pretty though. I've always watched over you to make sure you're save. But seeing you struggle makes me feel bad. I wish you could see me, I wish you could hear me. I gently reached out to you. I wanted to touch you. Even I knew I couldn't. But suddenly, I felt your warm skin on mine and you opened your eyes, looking straight into mine. I frowned. It seems like you can see me. I gently tilted my head to the side Can you... see me? I asked you, but didn't expect an answer
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