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{Outside The Projection}
The world saw them act like a normal couple once more, and the hall naturally began to buzz, experiencing something of a sugar rush, or as the ladies called it, a swoon-worthy moment, a flutter of the heart.
This, before them, was all too endearing, even though the subject of their fights wasn't about who forgot to throw out the trash, or to cover the toilet when relieving themselves, but the Fate of their entire continent, and Malik literally burning towns of them.
Every time their private life spilled into view, they all felt the same thing, and now, seeing them like that—misunderstanding each other, arguing, sulking, and making up without really saying the words—it really felt... normal, taking the edge off the perpetual tragedy they'd been going through for at least a moment.
Feeling much the same, Layla looked at the projection with a familiar bitter smile.
She was reminiscent, remembering something no one else in the hall could see.
