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"Will you take my hand?", I looked up to see his ocean blue eyes staring at mine. "Where are we going Mc Clain?", He just smiled at me and I stared in awe as he entered the old closet. "Come on, Edith!", His laugh echoed in the empty room and I stared at him, bewildered I may add. "Not to burst your bubble but--", I tried looking for him inside the closet and ended up falling into a pile of leaves. "Tristan, what is this!?", I (with a bit of shock) stood up and angrily looked at him. "Did you just make a hole into our closet and placed it near the old brick wall?", he sighed at my remark and replied, "No. We're in your childhood dreams.", fear etched in my face as he mentioned my so called "dreams" and I tugged him closer. "Do you even know what you've done?", Every word was spit like fire and my anger started to deviate from its usual stance. "Mc Clain, you just opened the door to the underworld.", shock was evident in his eyes. He ran back into the closet, taking me with him. "I won't let Lucifer take you away from me again.", he whispered in my ear as I drifted off to sleep.
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