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Adora has copied the archives for her next meeting when high-pitched laughter grabs her attention.
- Hey Adora – the seductive voice of a brunette girl in front of her brought her a sad smile.
- Hey Catra – Her voice was rough as if sandpaper in her throat.
- Hey, all be right, I always knew that despite everything you could get ahead.- say Catra, bringing his hand to Adora's cheek. The hand felt cold and ethereal, almost like a sigh in her skin.
- I miss you - She raised her hand to cradle the one that touched her.
- I know, but I will always wait for you – and as she arrived, she left; the illusion, or the specter how she said on her bad days, disappeared in front of her eyes; leaving behind only a chill on her back and a light in her heart.
She, Catra, her love, always gave her voice of encouragement when she needed it most; with different words, but the same intention. Now, with a lively smile on her face, she was going to face the meeting that was coming.