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behindevery exquisite
thing that existed
there was something tragic
- oscar wilde
⇸ prolouge
His warm breath ghosted against her skin, smelling faintly of cinnamon, as his hazel gaze tore through her soul trying to uncover all the secrets her cold, blue eyes kept locked away. She could feel the brick wall pressed against her back as he kept his arms on either side of her, preventing her from moving.
"What are you so afraid of?" The question tore through his throat as if it physically pained him to speak, to be this close to her without being able to understand her.
And for a moment the walls she had spent years building cracked and her sadness poured through the fragments of her defense. She brought her hand to his cheek and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Despite the way his confusion and hurt echoed throughout her body like a sharp ache, she couldn't bring herself to give him the answers he wanted.
And within the mere span of a second, her walls were back in place and her hand hung loosely by her side, her secrets still securely locked within the depths of her soul.
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