lock this please.

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{Fade to black?}

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((Lol why not, fade inti the blackness))

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Auberon sat up in the bed, wiping a strand of hair out of Amber's face. She looked so beautiful when she was asleep, so peaceful. And if she woke up like she had before, he'd be right here for her. He had made that promise the moment they had begun a relationship, and he definitely couldn't abandon that responsibility now. It would not be right at all.

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Amber woke up with a loud moan, she sat up on the bed next to Auberon. Her hair stood in all directions in its messy mourning style, she rubbed her eyes. "Mourning" she mumbled and rest her head on his shoulder, she was still half asleep.

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"Morning, Cinderella,? Auberon said, kissing Amber on the forehead. Yep. Definitely still beautiful, or maybe it was just the fact that she was a fellow red-head. Looking at her and knowing what she was like, he inwardly to himself. Definitely beautiful, both on the outside and within. "So, did you sleep well? Or did I keep you up a little too long?"

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"Best sleep, no dreams" she yawned then crawled into his lap. She then took the blanket and wrapped it around her self, "im in a cocoon" she giggled.

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"Is that so? I suppose I'll have to start calling you my goddess when you come out of your cocoon, for that is the only thing such a beautiful caterpillar can become." Auberon said, pressing his forehead against hers with a smile on his face. "Ya know, Hanji would probably laugh if she saw me now. I, who always insisted upon looking out for the greater good, was enthralled by Cinderella. Whatever shall I do?"

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Amber tilted her head, "I wonder, why do you call me that. Im not really sure what a Cinderella is" she asked trying to ignore the blush on her face. She ran her fingers through her hair, calming the tangled curls.

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Auberon blushed, struggling to work up the courage to tell her his reason. "See, my father once said there are two kinds of girls. One kind, the kind of girl that isn't right for you, is the girl that tries to be noticed at the ball. The second kind, the girl that is right for you, doesn't try to be noticed. But you do notice her, and you know she's your Cinderella. Even if it takes a while for you to realize that. That's why I call you Cinderella. You had my attention before I even knew it."

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Amber nodded, "so I now know why im called Cinderella, but I still dont know what a Cinderella is" she said with a slightly confused look. Amber didnt know about fairy tales, no one was there to read her one as a kid. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her head. It made her feel safe for some reason, she loved her hair being touched.