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I was the villain when I so wanted to be the hero.
When I was holding her cheeks and staring into her eyes, I saw the depth of the damage I had wrought. Within them, I found her soul crumbling, causing mine to roar back in return.
“Your touch feels like poison. Your words are laced with venom. And any love that you ever give will only rot someone to their very core. Now, why would I want any part of that?”
In what world would I ever say no? In what universe could I ever deny you?”
My touch really is poison. I was the worst of fools.
“Your touch doesn’t feel like poison, Owen. Your touch feels like life—like you're injecting me with your past but healing me with your future.
