“Haven’t you heard people call me that before?” He questioned me, with his arms resting on his knees.
“I knew that was the name people referred to you by but I had never heard regular people, outside of the sanctuary, mention it in such a way. You're like a god to them!” I commented. He laughed in reply, throwing his head back.
“I’m far from a god,” he huffed. His gaze drifted away to look in the direction of the setting sun.
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Emma Sumsion
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I'm a young college student trying to figure out what I want in life. Learning to follow my passions instead of putting them aside for a later date.
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By Emma Sumsion3 years ago in Fiction
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