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What is that Ticking noise?" I asked "Its me." he stated simply. "Are you wearing a pocket watch or something?" I laughed. It would be so like him to carry around a 3 pound Victorian pocket watch. He's seems so old fashion, which is one of the best parts about him. "No...Its my heart." His voice cracked, and my awareness of him heightened. He was slumped in a chair, and his almost white blonde hair was blown away from his light green eyes that were glassy, and on the verge of crying. "W-What are you talking about Felix?" My smile faded. "May I... Try something Irene?" He sat up, and took my small brown hands in his large pale ones, and a tear fell from his eyes. I nodded yes, not really thinking. I've never seen him so broken up about anything. (Rest in Story)
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