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If I were to die, I should like to return as your hair. To have no other purpose but to cascade down your back, and every time the wind blows, brush against your lips, your cheeks…
No longer will I lose myself in dreams, Riftan silently mouthed. She did not exist in places like this. She existed solely in reality.
There was no need for illusions now. If he survived, he would strive to get to know the real woman. Even if it rips my heart into a thousand pieces.
