Seeing her wasn’t enough. It was never going to be. Her soul called to me, beckoning me into the light. Emily ruined me just as surely as I ruined her. Why the hell did I ever think I could let her go? Home felt empty without her. I craved her voice, to feel her body in the bed with me. Emily didn’t buckle and fold under me, she fit into all my grooves and empty parts. She fought it hard, this thing between us, but ultimately, she accepted me, even broken and covered in blood. She gave in willingly. Trading a piece of her soul to the devil in exchange for life. For feeling. To make that heart
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