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Chapter 7: He Who Speaks, Yet Says Nothing at All It’s the same scene. A frosty castle and a room with icy thrones. Your fingers itch, sting rather, with the desire to reach out and touch large throne. Stepping up the low half steps, you draw closer, just close enough, before running a single finger down its side. How nostalgic! Wordlessly you place both of your open palms upon the throne and sigh with contentment. Its cool touch is subtle, soothing, and safe. Completely and utterly secure…like home. “I’ve been expecting you for quite some time now.” Who?Snapping up from your desk suddenly, you look about the r

Part II The doctors thought I may have had some internal injuries as well as the fractured ribs, so they made me stay for a couple more nights. Let me tell you, it was bor-ing. All I could do was call my friends, and, when they got off their lazy butts, they visited. My mom would hang out for hours on end, even though she really had things to do. “Mom, I’m seventeen. You don’t have to watch me like a hawk. Besides, I thought you were in the middle of repainting the kitchen?” I stated one evening, taking a bite of the chicken sandwich she’d brought me. “I know, I know. But how can I not be worried about my l

“Foxy, I have to go! Let me get up!” You giggled, trying to pull yourself up from his lap. You wasn’t quite sure how you two got into this position. You had reached for the pink cupcake and Foxy pulled you into his lap, falling back in the process. “Never, lassie.” He growled, close to your ear. You shivered and he finally let go, satisfied. You stood up and took a drink of your soda, then turned and, giving a small kiss to Foxy’s cheek, exited out the back door. You leaned against the door in your bedroom, your fingertips to your lips. Did you really kiss his cheek? Wait, did he even have a cheek? You s