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Her eyes began to well up with tears at the mention of Henry. She missed him dearly.

“L-Lillithe p-promise.” She replied meekly before bowing her head towards the other. She watched as the other took their leave, making their way down the hall before turning and moving out of sight. She stared at the open door of the apartment, before she hesitantly began to make her way through the doorway.

“H-…Henry?” She called out quietly.

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      The apartment itself was quite nice, actually. There was a state    of blandness to it but at the same time, homeliness. It’s reminiscent     of entering someone’s one home when they are baking cookies                   In fact, when Lillithe entered near the kitchen area…    Henry himself was standing in front of an oven, back turned towards      her. A pleasant smell wafted up to her nose as he let the cookies    sit there to cool down. He then perked his head up at the very soft     sound.      Sensing someone behind him, he turned and widened his eyes   at the person standing there. Disbelief filled those green eyes before    he smiled, attempting to blink back the tears.           He opened his arms up for an inviting hug. “…Lillithe!”

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The pleasant smell of cookies filled her mind, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed into the air. It was making her hungry, and food was already scarce enough to fill her belly. But the man whom stood, tending to the cookies... It was him she truly wanted to see.

It had been too long, and their upcoming reunion was something she anticipated, hoped it would come. Seeing his arms open wide, ready to embrace her, made the heart jump up to her chest from the pit of her stomach. 

“H-Henry...!” She proceeded to hobble quickly into his arms and wrap her own around him, her face softly colliding with his abdomen. She missed him so much!

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Long Time Gone Sentence Memes

“I thought you were dead.”

“So what’ve you been doing since you left?”

“Did you even think about calling?”

“But I went to your funeral!”

“What happened to you?”

“I’ve thought about you every day since.”

“So I left, what’s the big deal?”

“I tried to call you.”

“Did you ever get that postcard I sent?”

“Have you told anyone?”

“So you disappear off the face of the earth and then you come back and just expect to pick up exactly where we left off?”

“I came back for you.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I might’ve moved on?”

“Well maybe I don’t want to see you again.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I left you a billion voicemails.”

“Don’t ever do that again.”

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She stood before him, so still one could mistake her for a statue as her glossed over marble blue eyes stared at the masked visage of the other. Their presence felt vague, she did not feel comfortable, but did not know why. Soft, distressed whimpers left her as she began to bring up  her hands to her collar bone, twiddling her thumbs anxiously.

“N-not Henry… Who?” She asked with child-like curiosity.

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“ Oh, do not mind me. I am but a companion for Henry. He    very much needed the support after surviving that ( hell ). ”  misfortune may have her as its PUPPET but she is rather lucky that she is DEAR to Henry’s heart. they were quite  FAMISHED at the moment && they doubt that this girl will SATE them for a good period of time.     –their hunger has been IMMENSE ever since their          escape.  “ If you wish to see Henry, he is in there…” –they gestured  behind them at the opened door of his apartment– “ Do be on your best behavior, girl. I do not wish to break his heart  because of your state of mind. ” and with that, they walked down the hallway, footsteps virtually SILENT as they disappeared around a corner. that OMINOUS air that curtained them has FOLLOWED as well so there is nothing else that posed INTIMIDATION towards her.

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Her eyes began to well up with tears at the mention of Henry. She missed him dearly.

“L-Lillithe p-promise.” She replied meekly before bowing her head towards the other. She watched as the other took their leave, making their way down the hall before turning and moving out of sight. She stared at the open door of the apartment, before she hesitantly began to make her way through the doorway.

“H-...Henry?” She called out quietly.

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She quieted the moment she heard him spoke, freezing as she looked up at him, her obsidian eyes staring into his own like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t want to hurt him, not Henry. She lowered her head, and crawled back slowly.

 “U-understand…” She mumbles softly,before slipping her obsidian eyes shut and shuddering from how cold she felt. Her arms moved up to hold herself, digging her fingers into her tender flesh, her shoulders tensing as she began to rock herself. “A-alone…Safe…?”

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     The whole sight brought pity in his heart but he shouldn’t    be selfish. Loneliness was a total bitch, isolation no better as     it could drive a man insane like poison. It ate away at their      mind–         –and it is foolish to treat it as if it will be gone within a day.     However, he could not allow himself to succumb to what his    heart is telling him. It will do more harm than good no matter     how pure Henry’s intentions were.    “…Yes,” he answered even though the words stung at his    heart. “I’m sorry but…we have to part ways. We can’t…stick    around like this.          …Not…Not anymore.”    He loved her like she was family but he didn’t wish to hurt her   anymore. It is cruel that Henry came out more or less the same    while her condition degraded to this. Come to think of it, he     did not feel a spark of life in her…                     “I’m sorry…”

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She never liked being alone, but if it meant it would prevent pain for the both of them, she would willingly subject herself to loneliness for as long as it took. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, before she  stood to her feet, and continued to back away...

It hurt her, that it had come to this, that they had to separate each other, after all they’ve been through together, after all the hardships they’ve surpassed together.

“G-Good-bye, Henry...” These very words came out choked, before she would finally turn away from him, and continue to distance herself further from him.

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Dismayed, she begins to drag herself along the floor, pawing and clawing at the tiles desperately, blood unearthing from her fingernails, accompanying the black stains upon the floor, as it spread. Sobs tore from her emaciated ribcage as tears streamed down her face.

A hand extends to him, reaching desperately, but he is out of reach. “W-why?!” She replies in a tone that is pained, confused. She is a quaking personification of loneliness as she slowly sits up, and tucks her knees towards her body, and continues to cry.

“H-henry…” Further words are lost to her, as she is reduced to distraught babbling before him.

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     One foot took a step back then the other foot. This continued     for another two steps before he stopped. He reached up with a      hand then slowly lowered it. A debate roared within him and        the candidates where of his mind and heart.     A battle between a dose of logic and a storm of emotion.     His thoughts argued that he should flee, run from this corruption   that no only threatened his life but also Lillithe’s. This is not worth     interacting with her, to fuck everything up. 

        “…Because…”

     His heart, on the other hand, shrieked to go by her side. To     help her as she lay there in pain and confusion. Her mind has      been degraded into nothing but pure static, it appears.

      “…You’ll be hurt, Lillithe.” Not that she currently wasn’t but it     is far better than a fate worse than death. Its hunger is to the      point where it will consume an innocent to sate it for a while.         “You’ll…hurt me. I can’t…do anything about this.” 

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She quieted the moment she heard him spoke, freezing as she looked up at him, her obsidian eyes staring into his own like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t want to hurt him, not Henry. She lowered her head, and crawled back slowly.

 “U-understand...” She mumbles softly, before slipping her obsidian eyes shut and shuddering from how cold she felt. Her arms moved up to hold herself, digging her fingers into her tender flesh, her shoulders tensing as she began to rock herself. “A-alone...Safe...?”

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“ Oh my. Now who do we have here~? ” instead of the LOVING && GENTLE visage of the man the young girl knows, a man appeared when she PLEADINGLY called for Henry. the mask did little to QUELL the ominous air around them. “ Ah, it is you. The incarnation of misfortune && despair. “

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She stood before him, so still one could mistake her for a statue as her glossed over marble blue eyes stared at the masked visage of the other. Their presence felt vague, she did not feel comfortable, but did not know why. Soft, distressed whimpers left her as she began to bring up  her hands to her collar bone, twiddling her thumbs anxiously.

“N-not Henry... Who?” She asked with child-like curiosity.

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OOC;

Guess what blog I’m working on now?

-cackling- I need to stop making blogs.

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“H-Henry…!” She stuttered in a lonely tone as she dragged her feet along the floor as she slowly moved forward to him, opting to move directly into his arms. She felt so cold. She was not aware was not like she was before, not aware she was dead, of how she now appeared before the other. She sought his warmth, the comfort he brought within his embrace.

Her hand dragged along the walls, attempting to keep herself balanced, oblivious to the black stains she was leaving behind. She wanted just to hug him, to hold his hand. “H-Henry…” She called out to him again, as she drew near. Her legs wobbled, as she would attempt to stand on her own, but faltered and fell to her bruised, bloodied knees.                                                                                           He came back…

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         ‘ The girl is infected with misery. ’      That ( amused ) voice sounded in his mind as Henry watched   the girl shambling towards him. She seemed to be unaware of the    corruption at her fingertips. Even if his heart ached at her pleading   tone, he isn’t sure what the damage will be if she approached close.         What has happened since the last time they were together?

      “….I can’t.”     Not only because of her infecting touch but also of her demise at   the maw of the presence within him. She definitely doesn’t have the     intent to harm him but any attempts towards him that threatened      its host…   With that in mind, Henry stepped back, eyes cast in sorrow and      helplessness.

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Dismayed, she begins to drag herself along the floor, pawing and clawing at the tiles desperately, blood unearthing from her fingernails, accompanying the black stains upon the floor, as it spread. Sobs tore from her emaciated ribcage as tears streamed down her face.

A hand extends to him, reaching desperately, but he is out of reach. “W-why?!” She replies in a tone that is pained, confused. She is a quaking personification of loneliness as she slowly sits up, and tucks her knees towards her body, and continues to cry.

“H-henry...” Further words are lost to her, as she is reduced to distraught babbling before him.

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“H-Henry...!” She stuttered in a lonely tone as she dragged her feet along the floor as she slowly moved forward to him, opting to move directly into his arms. She felt so cold. She was not aware was not like she was before, not aware she was dead, of how she now appeared before the other. She sought his warmth, the comfort he brought within his embrace.

Her hand dragged along the walls, attempting to keep herself balanced, oblivious to the black stains she was leaving behind. She wanted just to hug him, to hold his hand. “H-Henry...” She called out to him again, as she drew near. Her legs wobbled, as she would attempt to stand on her own, but faltered and fell to her bruised, bloodied knees.                                                                                           He came back...

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Let’s kick off my return with a starter call!

I will be capping it at 5.

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OOC;

Alright, guys... I think I’m finally back on here. My other blogs helped me gain the confidence I needed to reach out more often, and I apologize to those of you who may have missed me.

But I am here now. I am making a return to all the blogs that were inactive.

I will be updating my formatting style here.

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