sweetexpecto
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One of them fell first. The other fell harder. But neither dared to say it, because it was easier to hide behind sarcasm and silence than to confess the truth that bloomed, slow and unwelcome, in the spaces between their arguments.
He wore cruelty like a mask, convinced it would protect the softest parts of him. She mistook kindness for a trap, certain it would only lead to heartbreak. And so they danced, two souls colliding in the quiet war between fear and desire, pretending to hate what they couldn't bear to lose.
But even the fiercest hearts can't outrun love forever.