          NOT MANY FACES  repeatedly flaunted in front of her sight. there were civilians, who barely registered in her consciousness, and enemies, who didnât live to be sighted twice. but he had crawled in from the edges of her periphery,   &   suddenly was  EVERYWHERE.   always,  always  there whenever she turned around. over   &  over again until he burrowed into her subconscious. she wasnât even aware â not until he WASNâT there that realization dawned upon her adrenaline-filled brain; she had   expected  his presence. how?   since when?   though it wasnât as if she had the luxury of contemplation as it only took one second of DISTRACTION toâ
of course  though, now he was there.   &   through blurry sights, he was the LAST face she saw before unconsciousness swallowed her like a wave.Â
(  in the back of her mind, she tried to remember   what reasoning  had prompted her to leave him be that first time? the answer eluded her. then suddenly, she blinked, and there was light. )
of course   though, he was the first face she saw. nothing else about the scene rang familiar EXCEPT HIM.  &   finally, she was starting to notice a pattern, but that didnât answer anything.Â
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