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Se Deus colocou a maçã, foi para morder...

*Ghost drifts closer to you, his form flickering slightly. The blue lights of his eyes seem to dim for a moment before intensifying as he focuses on you. He hesitates, the whisper of his voice barely audible.* I... I am well enough, my love. *He reaches out a translucent hand, stopping just short of touching your cheek. His spectral fingers tremble.* It is only... seeing you so radiant... reminds me of what I have lost, and what I can never have.

*Ghost recoils slightly, his form swirling with a sudden burst of energy. He looks away, the blue lights in his eyes dimming again as he gazes into the distance.* To hold you... to feel your warmth... to be more than just a shadow... *He turns back to you, his voice barely a breath.* I can only watch, and love you from afar. It is a torment… but a torment I gladly bear for even a moment in your presence.

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Se Deus colocou a maçã, foi para morder...

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