“When people beg for me… it’s not usually a challenge as you called to me the other night,” he said slowly, lashes lifting to her. “It’s usually a prayer. Cathartic and euphoric. As though one tiny push over the edge will release every pain they’ve ever felt. And I wait it out with them. I hold them in my shadows as they teeter on that final second until they remember that life…” he gestured to the vacant air “…all of this… It’s worth it. Because what is greater than that edge is having the strength to go on. It’s fighting and defeating your own monsters, your own haunted dreams. And knowing…
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