"Am I afraid of the dark? How could I be afraid of the dark. [Full text reading. But what's going on with this feeling of fear, is there something hidden in front of me that I didn't expect? Or is it the opposite of what I am afraid of, there is nothing ahead, just empty and illusory, no future, no goal, nothing. ”

Belief should be pinned on something, it seems to be stronger. Otherwise, any pursuit will only make people feel more empty and afraid. "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything that I think is scary. Because I have never been afraid of death, and I have nothing to lose. For me like this, I don't want to be intimidated by anything. But right now, I'm really scared of ......"

There's no one else here. I have to admit that I was really scared. I was afraid that I was no longer myself, and I was afraid that when I woke up from this long dream, everything would dissipate.

Who am I. I should remember who I am. If there is a mirror here, I can see myself; Even a little bit of light, I want to see my hands, my body, to let me know that I am real and that my past experiences are real. Otherwise, it would be too cruel.

Something that makes me feel real.

What can make me believe that I am who I am, that I can do anything.

The more I feel like this, the weaker I feel. I can't see, I can't hear, it shouldn't be. If my life is coming to an end, I will not be reconciled. I wanted to struggle, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't feel anything. I was like a cloud of smoke, and even this faint sense of smoke was going to disappear.

I try to feel, to feel as much as I can. I can at least feel the temperature, although it's disappearing little by little. No, it's not disappearing, it's more like fleeing. There was a warm little bird in my chest, and it wanted to escape and get away from me.

"Nope! No, don't go, don't leave me. I don't care what happened, I just hope you don't leave. If you leave, I'll die. "I had to hold that warm little bird in my arms and hug it tightly to let it know that I couldn't leave it.

It also stopped struggling, but snuggled up in my arms. I felt my body temperature rise again, and more importantly I felt my body. And that warm bird is not what I thought, it is not a bird. The warmth and smoothness of my skin is caressed by the palm of my hand, and it is an endless feeling of beauty. This is a girl, who is she. She stirred up a fire in me and warmed me again, more intense than warm, scorching hot, I should say. I hugged her and couldn't wait to feel the sensation of touching her skin. I pressed my cheeks against her chest, my hands around her waist, and I slid down slowly, I don't know why, I hated reason, because it was interfering with me, preventing me from finding my true self.

I don't have any scruples because I need to do it, I have to do it.

I caressed her, felt her, felt the damp heat that she hid deep within her wonderful. She was trembling, gently, pandering, submissive, without the slightest reservation. She is completely open to me and at my disposal. I was thrilled because I knew she wasn't going to leave again. She made me feel real, I held her, with all my strength, clinging to her back, clinging to her, she made me feel the presence of life.

She was like the sea, an endless, black sea. The huge waves were undulating and tumbling, one after another, and the feeling of being close to me and supporting me was a strange feeling that amazed me. It's a wonderful tide that excites me and makes me want to look deeper and see even more magnificent wonders.

I held her, and I felt her trembling waves suddenly become intense and rhythmic. I felt some kind of force pulling my soul out of the depths. I try to merge with this force and weave through the waves. The more you face the waves, the higher the waves become. I was fiddling, enjoying, and I felt her convulsive violently. The waves pushed me together and pushed me up, and she touched me from the deepest part of my soul and made me more wonderful than I had ever been.

I felt my life, I was completely alive.

The tide is receding. She was also holding me tightly and wouldn't let me go. She wanted to keep me inside, rubbing her hands behind my back, and she was cute. I also hugged her and let her cling to me and snuggle up to me. She finally quieted down, though her body was still shaking.

I felt awake and there was a light in front of me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw her, platinum-blond hair hanging down her forehead and clinging to her sweaty cheeks. Her face was flushed and she looked so cute. Consciousness and memory returned, and I knew who she was, and who else could she be.

"My Chloe."

"My love." She replied with a smile.

Consciousness fully awakened, and I felt the warmth of the bed and the warmth of Chloe. Where is this, the ear is whispering, "It's raining." ”

"Yes, it's raining." She smiled happily.

"Chloe," I looked at her, "you're back to me, it's good that you're finally back with me." ”

"That's what I said."

"I can't remember anything where this is."

"There's so much you don't know. I'll tell you slowly tonight. ”

I felt her kiss me, her lips warm, and her eyes darkened again.

"Did you turn off the lights?"

"Yes." Her voice is mischievous and sweet.

In the sound of the night rain, I hugged her tightly again, and my goal was no longer illusory.

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