Hi guys! This is a scene that happens earlier than my WIP starts, and I wrote it for characterization of Noma's mother, Rhea.
I pull my lips from his as the bell begins to clang out the alert. He grins at me, takes my pale hand in his, and pulls me upright. “Time to go,” he laughs, seemingly...
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