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"gray,"
A soft, beautiful voice pierced the darkness of the room and lingered in her ears. It sounded so sweet that if anyone happened to hear it, they might mistake it for the sweet song of a bard.
"Grey Valentine,"
She felt his voice softly saying her name, and soon felt a pale, calloused hand brushing her thin, silver hair.
"Don't be afraid, Gray,"
As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds outside the car window moved and a ray of moonlight seeped in, illuminating his chiseled features.
"If you're an adult, you should write fairy tales for adults."