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"I'm not letting go of you" she replied, her voice muffled by his t-shirt, hugging him tighter. As the minutes ticked by, Lucille grew drowsy and yawned. |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille nodded sleepily, closing her eyes. It wasn't long before she fell asleep, still laying on his chest. |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
About 45 peaceful, silent minutes ticked by until Lucille began to stir in her sleep. "Leim...no...Leim..." she mumbled, her brows furrowing together and she gripped him tighter, clinging onto him, balling his t-shirt inside her fists, all while she was asleep and dreaming. |
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he held her closer "shhh its ok I'm right here" |
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"Leim..." she murmured, calming down a little, but clinging onto him even tighter. Eventually, she slipped back into silent sleep, her grip on him relaxing a bit. Although not peaceful sleep, she was having a nightmare about him leaving her. |
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"shh its ok " he held her closer |
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After another hour or so, Lucille woke up, her eyes flickering open. "Hi..." she murmured quietly, still a little sad from her dream. |
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