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Love is an expensive piece of bullshit, and its price is your fucking soul.
It’s cold, the realization that you’re about to die. It’s not nostalgic or beautiful—you don’t think of anything except the thunderous sound of your heart pounding. A drum that only beckons one god: Death.
“Bad news, you’re mine now, sweetheart. My Shadow claimed you, so I’m home now.” His words drip with disdain.
Fuck love.
“I can show you the stars and everything they kiss beneath them.”

