I've heard it many times; what's prologue is past. A calm before the storm, like his affectionate words caressing my mind, convincing even the harshest of scars to sigh between caring hands.
The warmth lingers there, a furnace to my shivering skin. Gone but forevermore mine.
Prologue is not serenity, it is a warning.
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