Draven’s eyes met mine, cool, green, and familiar, and I felt my face splitting into a smile wider than any I could remember as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. He was whole. He was alive. He had made it. What folly was this? At times, I had wanted to kill this man. And yet I couldn't seem to live without him. He walked towards me and my body screamed out warnings. But looking at him was like returning home. I was trapped in this palace, but worse, Draven was trapped inside of me. He was in my heart. In my very soul. Cracking me into pieces. Shattering the girl I once used to be. Creating
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