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I was a sheep coming to live amidst the wolves. Fire breathing wolves. But somehow, in a twisted turn of fate, the sheep could breathe fire too.
Even broken down and defeated, I would stand. I wouldn’t falter.
I was Finnleah, Daughter of the Dead. I was a survivor. I was a warrior. I had endured this far, and I would endure more. Now and forever. I would not yield.
They hoped and they dreamed, despite the grim world around them. And it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
The Lord of Death had come to claim his throne.
“Sometimes we hold on to our hurt for so long, that it becomes somewhat of a comfort to us.
But don’t let your past dictate your future.”
“Because I fucking love you, Finnleah! Because my whole soul trembles in your presence, my heart bleeds when you are away, and air burns like acid when you are not close. Because there isn’t a price I wouldn’t pay for you. I’d start a million more wars for you. I’d burn this whole fucking world down if it meant you’d be near.”
“So yes, I started a war for you, and I’d start a million more. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you. I would do anything you wish me to. You are the one I love, Finnleah. You are the one I desire. You are the one that holds the entirety of my body and soul. And if that’s not enough, then please tell me what is.”
“I think you’ve gotten so damn good at surviving in this dark tempest of despair, that even when you see there is a shore, that there is salvation, you’d still rather drown in the comforting turmoil than take a terrifying chance,”
“But the truth is you’d rather be afraid, than be with me. And that’s one battle I cannot win,”
“I want you to know that I choose love over fear. I choose future over past. I choose hope over despair. And I choose you, Gideon.”

