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Her eyes aren’t hidden by shadows. They’re gone, nothing but dark, angry scars remaining in their place.
Something deep inside me instinctually recognizes her as mine. I’ve heard other mesakkah talk about it. How when they meet their female, they just know in their gut that she’s the one. That the connection is lightning fast and soul-wrenchingly deep. Always thought that was garbage until now.
I think I’d dismember the next person that tries to lay hands on her.
My heart skips a beat at that smile. For that, I’d do anything. For her, I’d move asteroids and fly through black holes, unafraid. I’m hers in that moment. Completely and utterly hers.
“Oh, I'm not fixed. I'm as broken as ever. But you get better at hiding it. And you get better at being broken.”
Is he lonely? I didn't realize I was until I saw Iris. “Someday it'll happen for you, too, my friend.” He just snorts.
No wonder there's no fight left in her. They broke her and she hasn't had time to mend. I'll always be here for her, I decide. Always.
I'm jealous. It's not logical, but nothing about how I feel for Iris is logical.
“It's not to prove a point,” Alvos says. “It's because I love you and you're mine.”

