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He tasted like exquisite nightmares and stolen dreams, like the wings of fallen angels, and bottles of fresh moonlight.
Tella stopped mid-kick. His heart was beating. She stumbled back and he let her go. ‘You have a heartbeat.’ ‘No. My heart hasn’t beat in a very long time. You’re the one who’s delusional now.’
She cried for the horrors he had been, and she cried for the wonders that he could have been instead.
‘This is my choice, and I choose you, Donatella. I don’t need immortality. You’re my forever.’
