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Beating Heart #4



"I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. My mind finally gets some peace. This feels great. My pain isn't completely gone, but it's hurting less.

Was I wrong? Can I really be healed?

This music sure has a calming effect on me. It's been a while since I could see everything so clear. Wait a second.... That's.... A radio?"

He slowly opened his eyes.
"Ceiling... Wall.... HUMAN?! I need to get out of here A.S.A.P! Before sh-" The girl came closer. "Too late. She spotted me."

"Are you hungry? I made you a meal. Do you want some water?" she shifted the plate a bit more to his side."If she went through all the trouble making me a meal, it would be rude to refuse", he thought. The boy reached out for the food and started to eat."Do you like it?", she stared at him with her big blue eyes. He nodded.
"I'm Roxanne. What's your name?" He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"You can't speak, hmm. I've found you while it was raining, but 'Rain' sounds too much like a girl's name... What about I'll call you 'Storm'? Deal?"

He smiled."Then Storm it is."



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