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Save me. Part two.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Seeing all the tenderness that was in those green eyes, Gaspard still remembered how to cry. But the tears did not want to come out, they were just somewhere inside the heart, making him experience severe pain.
"Everything will be fine. Here, you need to gain strength. The doctor will come soon and you will feel better," Adelard said and heard Arthur's clear voice. "I'll leave you. Rest and sleep. Don't be afraid, you are safe here."
Gaspard didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think about at all. After all, he had met such a person for the first time in his short life.
The moment Adelard left the room, Gaspard was able to cry. But these were just a few drops of tears that left an emptiness in his soul.
"Something happened to Monsieur Adelard?!""No. But I think he needs help."
As soon as Adelard went down the stairs, Arthur literally attacked him with surprised eyes.&nbs
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