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The battle's won...

But at what price?

And,

What of the war?

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Killua looked towards the girl -

No longer a simple girl.

No longer a simple girl of;

Brown hair,

Brown eyes,

And a medium height.

She was much more -

More than brave,

More than smart,

More than strong...

Gloves was,

And will always be,

Perfect for him.

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And she towards him -

The broken boy who,

Fighting through his own inhibitions,

Put her pieces back together.

Once, if she had loved him,

She would've killed him.

But now, among the rubble and ruin.

Something bloomed.

The scent,

Of young love.

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