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I was cursed, and I had been my whole life. If I ever fell in love with my bride, she would die. And it would be my own touch that would kill her—freezing her to the marrow like the bleak landscape around us.
My love—my touch—is death.
When someone is so beautiful you forget to breathe…
“Well, that’s good, darling, because as I said, I’m looking for someone I can’t love, and so far, you are the perfect match.”
We fuck each other hard up against the oak trees, rending the forest air with the sounds of our ecstasy. We fuck around bonfires, bathed in their flames.”
These thoughts were floating by like dandelion seeds on the wind,
“We are wild creatures, and that is precisely why you belong here,”
“We are a match made in hell, but I have never wanted anyone more,
Our kiss was the first star in a night sky—a spark of light surrounded by darkness. The kind of kiss I’d craved my whole life and never known. Everything else faded to shadows.
