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Thanks .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Taking a few steps forward, his eyes would lazily shift to the festive herbs between her fingers; brow lifting . 〝 What is the purpose of this? 〞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Have to? This is a mandatory tradition? How strange mankind was, developing odd rituals of intimacy. 〝 and if I don't ? 〞 He asked not to spite, but in genuine curiosity. Would something happen if the tradition was ignored?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀His arm would come to wrap around her waist, a small tug forward; pulling her into his firm chest. His morbid features shifting to form a soft expression, free hand coming to meet with her cheek. 〝 Is this a common tradition ? 〞

「 𝐌𝐔𝐍 」— Apologies everyone, depression is kicking my ass .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Feeling her frame push against his own broad stature caused for a slight smirk to emit, his own arms snaked around her waist; pulling her into a tight embrace. He would push his face into the crevice of her neck. 〝 Forgive me . 〞 ⠀⠀ ⠀

「 𝐌𝐔𝐍 」— My motivation to write is slowly returning, thank you all for your patience .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀intense glare studying her, noting the expression written along delicate features; his own becoming sympathetic. Regretful. 〝 Forgive me, my love . . 〞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀