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Devastation was a private thing, to be confined within the walls of my mind and soul.
If her smile was a burglar, her laugh was a fucking thief because I was pretty sure she just stole a piece of my heart from right out under me.
Heart: one. Mind: zero.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Sometimes, actions were enough.
No matter where we were or how many people surrounded us, she commanded my attention like a lighthouse in a storm. Bright. Beautiful. Unwavering.
“I’ve been here since day one, darling. I was simply waiting for you to join me.”
Sometimes, merely existing took too much energy, so I closed my eyes and tried to breathe.
“Scarlett.” This time, my name wasn’t a plea; it was a prayer. Asher reached for me, but I instinctively pulled away.
