[ He closed his eyes, teeth grinding together. Months. Months before, he didn't even know werewolves existed. He still struggled to wrap his head around the idea that so much time could have passed for her. That she could have experienced so much. His hand tightened on hers. He still had so many questions.
Finally, he pressed his head back against the wall, eyes opening, but focused on the ceiling. Trying to find something he could hold on to. Something that made sense. And then something suddenly occurred to him. He looked a little scared, almost like he might be sick. He looked to her, worried. ]
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Finally, he pressed his head back against the wall, eyes opening, but focused on the ceiling. Trying to find something he could hold on to. Something that made sense. And then something suddenly occurred to him. He looked a little scared, almost like he might be sick. He looked to her, worried. ]
Will everyone remember it like I do?