𝟢𝟢.𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞: 𝖬𝗒 𝖣𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖺𝗒

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EVERY NIGHT. Always the same. A kiss. A promise. A smile. A knife. A murder. The worst of the nightmares, but also the sweetest of the dreams. He wakes up. He tries to remember her. He can't. All he knows is the feeling that blooms in his chest during the night, the sound of her laughter and her loving touch. How can something so precious become so deathly? The question haunted him.

Every night. Always the same. A battlefield. A sword. A murder. An apology. A caress. The worst of the nightmares, but also the sweetest of the dreams. She wakes up. She tries to remember him. She can't. All she knows is the feeling that blooms in her chest during the night, the sound of his voice and his soft touch. How can something so deathly become so precious? The question haunted her.

A dream...

An abducted soul and a loyal one...

A cruel fate...

A great love...

Will they be the end or the start of each other?


























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