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if he could help herβ¦he would. he sits beside her. the couch felt like concrete at this point. he could see movementβ¦someone peeking through windows. stephen could swear it was alexβs teacher. yet he couldnβt call out for help.
somewhere beneath the stillness, stephen can hear her. not with his ears, but in the distant, frantic corners of a mind that no longer feels entirely his own. her fear claws at something deep within him, a faint, desperate tug against the spellβs suffocating hold. ββ
stephen sat motionless at the table, his fingers resting limply against its edge as the spell began to seep into his mind. at first, it was subtle, a strange heaviness behind his eyes, a quieting of the thoughts that had always been his own.
βπ¦π«. π₯π’π₯π₯π² .α retweeted
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( stephen kept on setting the table. the coffee maker was making noises in the background. it was a sunny day. so much to do. errands to run.)









