Lex Talionis
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♦️ A story about love, born from revenge ♦️
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She, as a free spirit had an immense passion for life, and due to her desire to live it as wholly as possible, she needed as much freedom as she could get. Thus, she's never been one to religiously follow rules, restrictions or social conventions that restrained her ability to explore, experience and discover the wonders of life.
Although she had her traumas and fears that held her in pain, she maintained to stay true to her authentic self and kept trying to get revenge for the injustice in her life.
In essence, she was the free spirit who lusted for freedom above all else, and could be reckless and volatile at times, following the whims of her heart.
Everything was simpler before she met him, the one person who was able to take her freedom away from her and change her life from the beginning.
But was he the one who was able to cure her or the one who was able to destroy her?
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I pulled away, glancing up into his eyes I wrapped my arms around his neck, offering him a warm smile.
"I'm gonna t-tell you something" I mumbled. "You're a good kisser."
He remained silent, just watched me with some kind of interest, or intensity, I would say, as I continued.
"But pr-omice me s-something." I said.
"Kiss a girl only when it comes from here." I placed my hand on his chest, over his heart.
"You should kiss only the one you love. Not me."
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