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[[Che...]] [[Ezekiel]] [[ฺฺHis room]]
But I'm a f r a i d that I
Well I may have f a k e d it
But I'm a f r a i d that I
Well I may have f a k e d it
xxxZeref's eyes fluttered open as he realized that warm, small arms were wrapped around him, a loud, heated exchange flying over his head. "Fine, let him stay!" Was the last thing he heard his father say before he stormed out...and was that...a hint of fear Zeref heard? What did that person do to make him so afraid? Zeref didn't want to know. "G...Gabe..." He croaked, reaching up to touch his brother's face. He felt as if he had been dreaming. "Is this a dream...?" He murmured, burying his face into Ezekiel's clothing, lying still and comfortable. "It's not a dream...right?" Would his own mind be so delusional as to make him think he was back with his brother, though his physical body was in the tower?
And I w o u l d n ' t be
Caught d e a d in this place
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