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November 13 - November 18, 2025
“Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.” ― Edgar Allan Poe, “To M—”
It had been twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes since she had left, and I had counted every single one.
“When I burn this world to embers, and you paint me as the villain, remember, I really did try to be good… once.”
She is still the girl who likes flowers and pretty gifts from overbearing god kings. She is sweet, kind, funny, and loves with her entire being. That’s why she is like this. She’s hurt. She’s in pain. If you love her, truly love her, don’t give up. True love is worth it. It’s worth fighting for. Remember that.”
We can do this dance until this world burns and the next takes its place, but I will still choose you.”
“Do it.” I angled the tip of her blade above my heart. “If you are truly gone, I refuse to live in a world without you, so you’ll have to angle it farther to the right. That’s where a god’s heart lies, and mine already belongs to you, so do with it what you will.”

