✓ A Fact-Fiction by Death the Kid's Wife
The bond Kid and I have established has kept me up all night. All through the late hours, I lay in my bed with only my thoughts and the soothing sound of my sister's snoring to keep me company. Ever since the incident in the sparring room, I've been feeling strangely different, especially around Kid. It's like every time I'm close to him, an electric charge courses through my veins and awakens the slumbering desire within me. I don't know what I'm yearning for exactly. All I know is that it has something to do with Kid. However, the yearning for whatever...
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