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Asher’s Recovery
TABITHA I pulled over the stool that I used at my vanity table and placed it beside my bed, the bed Asher was currently occupying. My plan was to just watch him, I didn't think there was much I could do for him now besides sitting there and waiting for him to wake up. My father wasn't exactly clear how long Asher would be out for, I didn’t know how much dark magic had gotten into his system. I just had to hope that what my father and I had done would be enough to save him. I grabbed my sketchbook and a pencil from my nightstand and flipped it open to a clean page. Looking at Asher's sleeping form, I began sketching. Art calmed me and I needed to get my nerves under control somehow. I shifted my gaze from the paper I was sketching on, to my sleeping twin flame. Who was also the subject
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