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Regrets
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Ongoing, First published Aug 07, 2020
"Oh, come on darling, you make it sound like I'm the terrible one. You know it, we are made for each other. He... was just a distraction. For you, I'll spare him" he said pointing at him disgustedly. He knew this is the only chance at getting back her in whole. Lowell might have got her heart and also something precious, her first, but he was going to make him completely disappear from her mind, heart and soul. And probably from this universe too. He thought with a smug smirk on. His darkness knew no limits. But he wanted to change, just for her. Even if letting go his darkness is the cost for it. He was excited. She was his key to redemption.
While she was not sure about the settlement she made with this psycho, but definitely had resolved that if the time comes and she couldn't make him see the light in his heart by then, she was going to do what she should have done way back. KILL HIM.
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