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Gesture of Faith-Morbius

As I stare at the door for the first time since I was a child I get nervous. The door is here only inches in front of me and yet I cannot bring myself to knock. I turn away from it as I begin to pace the length of the porch. My heart beats so rapidly in my chest at this moment that I find it hard to swallow. If I'm being honest with myself, then I know this feeling is because if this doesn't go right, then I have no reason to live.

You do know that that seems a bit melodramatic right. It could just mean that we have to work for our mate. You know like we should have had to do before giving her our mark.