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❝ 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. ❞ "Do you want to know the truth? You're everything that I've been taught to hate... yet I can't fucking keep myself away from you." The realization hit me: I was 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 of him. Afraid of how I loved him. Afraid of how easily he could hurt me. Afraid of how I knew I'd let him. After everything he had put me through, I still couldn't refuse my undeniable love for him. And that realization terrified me more than 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else ever could. Soulmates aren't always the ones who make you happiest, not at all. They're the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and shadowy scars and glistening stars. Strange captivation and effortless beauty and deep desire. Sweetness and madness and surrender, all at the same time. They hurl you into the abyss, but they taste like hope. She believed in happy endings; he begged to differ.