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“Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?”
She is a vicious little thing.
The stars are flirtatious things, always winking down in the darkness.
I press a calloused palm to the stubborn beat of my heart, proof that broken things can still serve a purpose.
She is my inevitable.
She looks at me, shocked. And then she smiles, bright and big like the night sky hanging above us. I fear she could rival the stars.
She’s alluring in the way that most deadly things are. It’s captivating.
“Your name seems like a good word to die with on my lips.”
There is an intimacy in being reached for.
“The truth, then?” He nods. “The truth, always.”
