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His eyes are so… Man, it sounds dumb, but they really are like the windows to his soul.
His soul called to me.
My hands are dirty. My soul is black. My heart is a shriveled mass in my chest.
"You sure you want to play with monsters, baby girl?"
I wanted to raze that sorrow into dust. I wanted to burn it to the ground and replace it with joy and happiness.
That was when things had started to go wrong, when it had begun to resonate that angels didn’t mate with demons for a reason…
He was Storm, and I was living in the eye of the tempestuous soul of the man I loved.
"We all fuck up," I told him softly. "It’s how we fix our mistakes that defines us."
know that you think you’re the villain, but have you ever thought that, to me, you might be the hero?"
"Proudest day of my life. Learning our little pigeon turned into a blood-covered dove."
