She looked on.
It was all she could do.
She was trapped there.
In the memory of him.
Although she wasn't quite sure if it was real. Her memory must have altered. Changed. Glorified him. There was no way. He couldn't be that perfect image in her mind. Or that poisonous one.
But the way her hands shook said otherwise.
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Poison
FanfictionHe couldn't be that perfect image in her mind. Or that poisonous one. But the way her hands shook said otherwise. Alina Starkov was the victim. Aleksander the venom. And she became the poison. But are they each other's cure? (Darklina)
