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One born of Winter, sculpted by ice; one born of Spring, planted by earth; one born of Summer, forged by the sun; and one born of Autumn, carried by wind.
"She could rip my heart wide open, and I would happily bleed for her."
"I love you too, Thad. I'll love you until my dying breath." She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. "Even then, I'll love you from the stars." "Even from the stars," he murmured.
“Good,” she snapped and punched him in the throat as hard as she could.
“Don’t you see? You are my soul. Without you, I am no one and nothing.”
