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started: 3/13/22 Finished: 7/14/22 "Said you'd always be my White Blood~ Circulate the right love...~ Giving me your white blood~ I need you right here with me..~" He didnt wanna meet him, he didnt want to get lured in. He was in to see his sister. And the boy lured him in, asking to play a game of connect four with him. What could be the harm? Hes just a guy whos sick. The filtered mask hiding his smile, but his eyes showing that smile. The green eyes, dull. Nearly lifeless, but held very little hope. A oxygen tank (many stickers inculded) at his side, with the tubes that helped him breath. Connecting from his nostrols, across his cheeks, and hooking behind his ears. His beautiful eyes looked at his own, luring him in. He tried not to, truly. He had made a mistake of being lured in. "Play a game with me?" "..Sure.."
One: Lets Start.
