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And so, a love story turned to horror, as surely as eternal summer faded to withered fall.
Sometimes you don’t mourn people so much as you mourn who they could’ve been.”
Then they melted together, easy as water running downhill, as breath pulled into waiting lungs.
Light and shadow, snared together, horrific and beautiful and each taking something from her.
