Love is stronger than hate.

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So as her fingertips traced the golden waters that turned out to be his river of tears

She laughed a laugh shrouded in envy, regret, confusion, then realization

Envy.
For the beauty that sparkled in his sorrow

Regret.
For filling his head with thoughts she had always had

Confusion.
For the fact that even though he was broken and breaking even more,

The one she
Loved
Still loved him.

And realization

That the one she loved,
Would always love him.
And would never love her.


So with a flick of her wrist,
She fixed the cracks in his mind,
Then reunited them.
And as they shone in the luminescence of their happiness,
She returned to the depths of darkness
Because it was the only thing
That would always love her.

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