Waiting for me

Am I dreaming?

I took one step forward. Then another. My tongue felt thick, dry in my mouth. “Éloïse, You're still awake” I breathed. Her name was reverence. Worship.

“Hi,” she whispered, voice gentle, like a secret meant only for me.

My eyes trailed the lines of her body, reverent, stunned, almo...

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