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 “Fray, Fray, brush my hair again!” “…Whyyyyyy.” Another month had passed quickly, and Sam sat contently on the bed while the boy brushed her hair behind her. Their relationship got closer, despite the fact that Sam got a little bit more overprotective of him ever since the whole ‘I-landed-on-your-bed-bleeding’ incident. She knew he started to get pissed off, and he actually talked to her about it one time before. “Stop treating me like I’m a little boy,” he had said, “because I’m not.” Sam pinched his cheek. “Of course you’re not, you man, you,” she joked. He

Samael opened her eyes. “Fray?” She called groggily. Sitting up, she looked at the clock on the bedside. Why the hell would I wake up at three in the morning? Jeez… About two months had passed by in a flash, and Samael found herself getting more attached to her new companion as time went by. He was like a little brother, in a way, although she didn’t know how having a little brother was like. As an only child, her parents’ attention was always to her. Perhaps it was more of a motherly affection? She didn’t know. She also didn’t want to fall in love with a 12-year-old-looking kid. She was 20, for Pete’

It’s only been a month, but Samael felt a lot better than the other three months with Fray by her side. It took him a while to adjust to the fact that, in order to get used to Sam, you had to talk to her, too, but he eventually opened up enough to start a conversation with her every now and then. They had passed through another town before going into a city called Rouge. True to the name, everything seemed to be in a rosy tint. Even the fake trees looked more red than green. After receiving the keys to the room of the hotel they were staying at, they took the elevator to floor two. Stairs were about as troublesome as ever, unless your

“So, what’s your name?” Sam had managed to find the best-looking food service in the town, which ended up being right at the inn. Look through the suspicious looking characters in the corner, the weird looking people in the other corner, and you’d manage well. Despite going through a whole meal, they still haven’t spoken to each other until dessert came around. Even then, the boy didn’t answer her. He had that glazed, thinking look in his red eyes, and he poked his spoon in his vanilla-flavored ice cream for a bit before taking an actual spoonful. Sam raised a brow. “Well, if you won’t tell, I won&#

The next town was a town about seven steps down the social ladder compared to Samael’s hometown. She could tell the moment she stepped in. The smell was putrid, and Sam brought up the collar of her cloak up to her face, her eyes squinting. The whole entire place was trashed, and noises were coming left and right. There were people yelling at each other, yelling at themselves, or yelling just for the hell of it. Everyone that walked around was probably dirty unless they stayed inside their houses. Which is probably impossible since the people around here don’t know what’s good for them. Sam mused, rolling her eyes at a man sti