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Devyn Rivers
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February 14 - February 19, 2025
“You’re playing a dangerous game, princess,” I said, my voice strained. “I thought you were a dangerous man.”
She was a wildfire someone tried to contain in a fireplace—it just didn’t work.
I realized it was a very intimate thing to do to acknowledge someone’s scars. After all, they were a visible reminder of painful and often traumatic events. Usually such things would hide in the mind where they were unseen unless spoken about.
It is in the breaking, we become whole again. It is through darkness, we find the stars. Somewhere between the soul and the self, we find what we’re made of.
“We’re in hell Graham. There aren’t any heroes here.” I turned away from him and tried to hide a wince as pain shot up my side. “Just a lot of broken people,”

