He walked over and sat beside Hannah, looking pensive.

Hannah turned to him, noticing a shadow over him.

His mood seemed off today.

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

It was as if Bryson snapped out of his trance when Hannah’s hand touched his shoulder.

He turned towards her, their faces close, his eyes studying her features.

His hand lifted to trace the contours of Hannah’s face.

“You really…”

hint of sadness in Bryson’s eyes, leaving her

so vulnerable

it during his recent illness? His “second personality” appeared suddenly,

emotional depth, causing Hannah to question her earlier diagnosis

this “second personality”

seemed symptomatic at

as

was low and distinctive near her

are you

was about to speak when Bryson’s ki*s stopped her words in

alarmed, she resisted

into the soft bed, she

and partway through,

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