[ and— what was the feeling that blistered around with that crack? she couldn’t recognize it. she didn’t know what it was.
but for the first time in her life, she feels something reputably satisfying. something with zest and baggage, with a weight that embraced her and made her pale, isolated world colorful. she felt . . . good, about something.
she felt happy. she has never been truly happy. the spark comes and goes as fast as lightning strikes, for this bliss seeps right out of her before she could latch onto it. standing there with her lips agape and her golden eyes unexpected, makima stares down at the boy.
a sour odor wades through the air, and makima seems to shine, both with beads of sweat and darkblood glitter. ]
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[ and— what was the feeling that blistered around with that crack? she couldn’t recognize it. she didn’t know what it was.
but for the first time in her life, she feels something reputably satisfying. something with zest and baggage, with a weight that embraced her and made her pale, isolated world colorful. she felt . . . good, about something.
she felt happy. she has never been truly happy. the spark comes and goes as fast as lightning strikes, for this bliss seeps right out of her before she could latch onto it. standing there with her lips agape and her golden eyes unexpected, makima stares down at the boy.
a sour odor wades through the air, and makima seems to shine, both with beads of sweat and darkblood glitter. ]
This—?