[His eyes slit open to mere slits at the feel of another dream. Again, it wasn't as familiar and yet the person in question was familiar. Also, to see himself within the dream commiting such acts against a delicate hand made him question.
His name. He burned to know his own name. The images. The way everything shattered so easily in Juliet's world. Was it just a dream or memories of past? It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he finds himself mouthing her name.
He doesn't venture to her room this time and instead leaves the household for a while]
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His name. He burned to know his own name. The images. The way everything shattered so easily in Juliet's world. Was it just a dream or memories of past? It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he finds himself mouthing her name.
He doesn't venture to her room this time and instead leaves the household for a while]