₊˚ପ⊹ adaia 🪷 (taylor’s version) ✧ ˖ -͙˚

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My heart shatters itself against my ribs. He looks at me, my teardrops landing on his. I sob. He shudders. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” I cry. Lying for him, as he did for me. And with his last breath, he nods.
Gild (The Plated Prisoner, #1)
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