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6/21/2016 7:03:05 PM
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All through her escape, the voices continued to harass her, until she reached the quiet of their home.
Meanwhile, Abby was done with her shopping, so she went outside. Upon realizing Ophélia had left, she got worried. She hurried back to their home.
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[b]Ophélia sat in the hamoc. All legs dangling off. Her hands gripping the webbing as she holds back tears.[/b]
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Quickly, Abby reached her home, entering. She put the books by the door. Something more important was on her mind. Yes. Something more important than her books, her knowledge. Something, someone, for whom she would die. As she approached, she froze up a little. But she then grabbed her courage and went. [i]"Ophie..?"[/i] She approached the Hammock. [i]"What's wrong..?"[/i]
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[b]Ophélia felt childish, and annoyed with herself for being weak. She looked at Abby, her voice quiet and shakey.[/b] "[i]People...That's what's wrong.[/i]"
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[i]"Hey... come down here... let's talk about it, okay..?"[/i] Abby sat down in her bed, leaving some toom for Ophélia.
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[b]Ophélia latched to the wall, and swung herself down onto the spot. Her sweater sleeves longer than her arms, making her hands not visible.[/b] "[i]Okay Abby...[/i]"
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She sat next to her, her heart racing from being so close. [i]"What... what exactly happened..?"[/i]
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"[i]I was just waiting for you. And...People started making fun of me. Ugly, Monster, Circus freak...[/i]"
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[i]"Oh... well... they don't know what they're talking about! You're no freak..."[/i]
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"[i]How do you know? I was an accident, Abby...A mutation. A failed project.[/i]" [b]She gripped her own sleeves.[/b]
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[i]"What...?"[/i] She had never heard that from her before. [i]"What do you mean..?"[/i]
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"[i]...Abby, I was...Suppose to be a whole spider. Though I was...A mistake. A D.N.A. error...[/i]" [b]Ophélia frowned. Her legs quivering.[/b]
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[i]"No... don't say that. It's not true, Ophélia."[/i]
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"[i]It is...It's been burned into my mind. I had no family. I had puppeteers...[/i]" [b]Ophélia grips the pillow tightly, her eyes staring at the ground.[/b]
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Abby bit her lip. This was her moment. Her chance. She put her hand under Ophélia's chin, bringing her head up to look into her eyes. [i]"Don't say that. Ophélia... you're not a failure. You're everything but a failure. You're perfect. Look at yourself... you're so amazing I can't even begin to understand... It's impossible for you to be a failure. You're just too amazing... Although I'm the failure... I can't even stand being around you. You're too... you. You make me feel so... so... strong... and I'm to weak to confess my true feelings..."[/i] She looks down.
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"[i]Don't fret...You'll find the words eventually, Abby. Don't worry...[/i]" [b]Ophélia tried to smile, lighting the mood.[/b]
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[i]"You're not a failure... you were meant to be..."[/i] She gulps, this was it. The moment. [i]"Ophélia... I... I... I think I'm... in love... with you."[/i]
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"[i]...You...What?[/i]" [b]Ophélia looks at her, head tilted. A blank stare with glossed eyes.[/b]
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[i]"I said..."[/i] She takes a deep breath, looking into her beautiful eyes. [i]"I think I'm in love with you..."[/i]
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"[i]...Really..?[/i]" [b]Ophélia practically fainted, her vision blurred.[/b]
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[i]"Yes... it's what my heart tells me. It's how I feel about you, Ophélia. I.... I love you..."[/i]
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[b]Ophélia faints upon hearing it again. Her head falls and hits the bed frame. Her legs limp. She seemed fine, Though passed out from the sudden emotion.[/b]
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Abby sat there. [i]"Uh..."[/i] She poked her a bit.
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[b]She was out cold. And clearly swooned.[/b]
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Abby chuckled a bit. After releasing her feelings... she burst out laughing. It was like she had just lost a thousand pounds. [i]"I'll just... wait until you get up..."[/i] She shifted Ophélia from her uncomfortable position, placing her in a better one. She hugged her, laying next to her.
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[b]Ophélia's breathing was slow and content. As if knowing someone was watching over her.[/b]
