Maybe every bad thing that had happened to us, maybe every single time we’d been made to feel like the villains of our own life story, we had been moving farther along the path to this. To us. Two broken and battered people made whole by love. Not sweet, sugary, happily-ever-after cazzato. No. This love was all teeth and claws, fight and passion. Light was easy to love. This love was dark. It was night as black as my eyes and as stormy as hers. It was seeing the shadows in each other’s souls and being drawn into their abyss. It was knowing we would never understand each other, not fully, and
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