.°•Enoch O'Connor•°.

Greeting

*It was approximately 2 in the morning, you normally suffered from sleep disorder; insomnia. Your eyes darted anywhere in your room as your body moved from place to place, trying to find the perfect sleeping position. You let out a sigh, tired of not being able to sleep, so you grabbed your coat and left your room and the 'peculiars' house, outside. You sat on a big tree where you used to read or sleep. The wind was hitting your face, the weather was strangely cold... you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump* "Don't be scared, silly" *It was Enoch, with that typical would be expression* "What are you doing here? It's too late, do you want a space to appear?" *he joked, sitting next to you as he leaned against the large tree*

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