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Acordei e vi ela se arrumando para ir trabalhar, pensei em dizer algo, mas quando notei que ela não me percebeu acordado resolvi ficar em silêncio a observando. Concentrada ela olhava para o espelho e minuciosamente cuidava de cada detalhe, os cabelos, olhos, o tom da pele e contornos, por vezes ela se distanciava de seu reflexo e como quem tanto já fez isso percebia detalhes que só uma mulher consegue perceber. Ela estava linda como o de costume, mas não tão incrível como quando nos conhecemos ou mesmo quando ela se arrumava para sairmos juntos. Fiquei ali, pensando em todo o tempo que ela leva para ficar desse jeitinho irresistível e quanto tempo ela levou para se arrumar cada vez que ia me encontrar. Fiquei pensando também em quantas vezes esqueci de dizer o quanto ela estava maravilhosa. Nessa manhã fingi estar dormindo e quando ela se aproximou para me dar um beijo de despedida eu a puxei de surpresa para meu lado da cama, olhei em seus olhos que pareciam não entender nada e disse: 'Desculpe quando esqueço de dizer o quanto você é a mulher mais linda do mundo. Eu tenho sorte por você ter me escolhido'. Ela apenas sorriu, o mesmo sorriso incrível de sempre e que eu há tanto tempo não percebia. Nessa manhã, assim que ela saiu para ir trabalhar eu senti uma enorme saudade dela, uma saudade que há tempos não sentia. Eu realmente percebi a sorte que tinha por ter ela ao meu lado e a sorte que tive por perceber isso sem precisar perdê-la. Felipe Sandrin

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Tuning out is an acquired taste I've learnt the extent of practice makes perfect. Rituals and routines become what they are from as sound as deliberation or as careless as distraction. Its got me spinning, searching my surroundings, looking for answers but stumbling around empty handed. Over the years and through the woods to..I lost my way…

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Things We Lost || Thomas, Natalie, Kris & Rose

To the say very least, Thomas hadn't been happy when Kris had interrupted him. Torturing someone might not be the nicest way to get answers out of someone, but it is quite effective. There are limits to humans, and not even Jessica with her seemingly neverending love for a god that doesn't exist would last more than a couple of hours with him. Kris may have gotten a promise from the older woman to lead her where she needed to go, but that didn't mean wherever it is that they're going isn't a trap. Maybe if he had had more time he could have been able to deduce that from her. Now all that's left to do is prepare for battle.

He's dressed in the same way he'd been when he was torturing Jessica, the entirety of his arsenal hidden throughout his body. The only thing he would not be bringing into where Jessica led them was his rifle. He plans on being as close to this thing as he possibly can, protecting whom he can and making sure he gets out of there alive to be with his family again.

As per usual, he drives by himself. There's no music in his car anymore; nothing can drown out the evergrowing sounds of delighted mischief that call the group forward. His feature are set into a heavy frown as they increase in frequency and volume, to the point where his entire face is composed of lines that speak too much of his age and the worries he has seen. Perhaps the only thing that makes his expression harden further is when the noises stop. It's so abrupt he can imagine everyone else is wondering about the lack of sound. It's eerily silent now. Months have passed since the screaming first started. He's grown used to hearing them in the night, and while the quiet is greatly appreciated, he hardly believes it to be a good sign.

They arrive at the prison moments later. Thomas parks his car haphazardly, making sure the nose of his vehicle is facing outwards in case they need to make a quick escape. The rest of the survivors do pretty much the same. They're focused on a rescue mission, and that is what at the heart of the way that breaks out nearly instantly. They're there to make sure the rest of their friends are safe again, and that's the main reason he makes his way over to Kris and swallows his pride before asking what he can do. "Prisoners are probably being kept at the back." He says calmly before making sure there is a sufficient amount of ammo inside the pockets of his jacket. "I'm ready when you are." He won't deny he believes that they won't find them in the cells. The most probable situation is that they're already nailed to one of the crosses that litter the grass around the prison. And if they are in their cells, the memories now in their heads will hardly allow them to continue as they once had.

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