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Five.

His name left an unknown tinge to the tip of her tongue, a foreign substance yet to be familiarized. The coincidental similarities left an angel's kiss on her cheek, a sign that he wasn't one to play with. Her force was an endless whirlwind, refusing to entertain, but he managed to remain unscathed, passing her trials.

Four

It was unsettling how far he'd stuck, but she learned to accommodate his being. His name became a routine, it was unheard of that she would go a day without his voice. He gave her insights on his past failures while she to him, he found out that her soul has been abused from within. His words coated with reassurance, something she never had, and she'd be a liar to state that it didn't make her feel warmth. Her aura was two times lighter, she laughed more and learned to love his appreciation rather than reject it. The numbers in her phone no longer had an effect on her since she only wished to see one. She began to unhinge, dropping bits of her narrative to him when she learned to trust.

Three

His existence was embedded in her blood, rushing towards her cheeks fueled by the innocent tug on her lips. Every so often her body would stir in bed, making sure his presence was unchangeable. His name was now a part of her, the surge of euphoria every chance given. His heart allowed hers to grow three sizes, his warmth carried her like the sun providing for a rose. Never has she, tainted and scarred, believed that she was capable of being cared for with such assurance and pureness. He told her that she was the world, but he never knew that he became her universe.

Two

Her instincts were fuming red with caution, warning that her spirit has become too dependable. Stuck between the thorns of should she flee or should she remain, she decided to think about him rather than herself. Her flaws, she forced herself to fix for the sake of him. Her pride diminished for his heart, and she revolved her decisions around his well being rather than hers. She noticed his lack of effort, but she focused on his growth and decided that she would water them both. He once bled from their thorns, and now it was her turn to do the same.

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Time Limits.

Like all things in life, there was a time limit.

Love, for her, never lasted for eternity, rather it was a limited lesson to provide for her experiences instead of future. He, like all, ended up leaving. Though she cut things off first, it was eventually going to happen. His efforts turned to obligation and his warmth was no longer found. Whether he moved on or simply fell off, she didn't wish to turn towards the cycle of to be loved and to not be loved.

He was the first one to show her purity, but the love letter stained and crumpled to dust.