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 Like a Tattoo  Sade2:11 ━━━━━━━━❍───────── 1:17⇄      ◃◃       ⅠⅠ        ▹▹     ↻ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ  :  ━━━━━❍──────────

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Like a Tattoo
  Sade
2:11 ━━━━━━━━❍───────── 1:17
⇄      ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ 
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ :  ━━━━━❍──────────

EPILOGUE

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WEDNESDAY
[21:17]





































LOVE.

It is difficult to define, difficult to measure and difficult to understand.

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other.

Perhaps that is why they say love is magical. It is a gift from the universe.

In her embrace, the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain. His mind was at peace.

Her touch carried such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. Because she is steady and patient, his open wounds have time to seal and vanish. No matter how exhausted he was, she alone gave him strength, for she was his medicine.

She slowly pulled back, the warmth of her lips leaving his. Her hazel eyes glistened in the moonlight as they met his. Her eyes were so different in moments like these, more soft than he knew eyes could be. If it were anyone else he would've dropped his gaze, but with her, he's drawn in closer, always wanting more.

She ran her thumb over his brows, her eyes tracing over every feature on his face. He looked drained, tired, weak. The sight alone made tears glaze over her eyes as she now ran her thumb over his busted lip.

The teenager panicked, his heart beating faster as he watched a tear leave the girls eye. He slowly reached up, wiping the tear away. "Please don't cry..." his voice was low, just above a whisper.

Amari shook her head as she leaned into his touch. "Me preocupo por ti, Miles."  she leaned in, placing her forehead against his as she repeated her words. "I worry for you."

Miles' brows sunk at her words, the last thing he wanted was to cause her more pain. He knew she was already going through a lot and he hated himself for not being there for her like he should've. "I'm sorry, baby." His voice broke as he spoke. "Lo siento mucho" (I'm so sorry)

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