... in nearly a thousand years, she reminded herself. If anyone had a right to be lonely, it was him. And all this nostalgia wasn't her style.
Time traveling must have messed with her head, she decided.
She took a ... ;s arms, the paleness of his face contrasted by blackened skin. Then the world went gray, and he was running.
He wasn't exactly clear on where or when he stopped, just that when ...
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