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It was okay to be afraid sometimes, for only then could you choose to be brave.
“Yeah, I am afraid that I’m going to fail again,” she said, still peering into the nothingness of Phobia’s face. “But one cannot be brave who has no fear.”
Everyone has a nightmare.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Maybe I want you to be mine.”
WE WERE ALL heroes in the end. At least, that’s what people liked to tell themselves. Which, in her humble opinion, was a heaping load of garbage.