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I couldn't help but feel enraptured by those blankend eyes of his. I wanted to see more, to know more. What is he?
I step forward, his breath hitches in his throat.
"H-Henry?" He stutters, staring as I mindlessly work my way closer; only stopping once our chests almost touch.
I raise my hand, placing it tenderly on the cheek of his mask. Stroking my thumb back and forth, I hook my pointer finger under his mask, wrapping my other hand around the back of his head.
Leaning upwards, two things happen at once. I softly plant my lips against his, and untie the band at the back of his head.