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Dorian's POV.

I froze and began to feel weak. I could feel my limbs shaking while my head was searching for the words to tell her. What was she talking about?

“I don't understand you” I stuttered, lingering just by the wall. My plunged-up arms that were to her neck fell weakly to the side.

Anxiety was getting hold of me, and I wasn't controlling my body.

“You don't remember me, do you? Or maybe you don't just remember this face” she raged at me, and suddenly, she started scratching her face most hideously. I found myself irritated by what she was doing, but I couldn't bring myself to...