If only words could capture her. She was breathtaking-sharp, soft, untouchable. He knew he could no longer hide behind the mask. The stories whispered in taverns spoke of a ghost with a sword. A nameless protector. A faceless curse. They called him the Undying Guard. She called him Iris. he decided on 'Jasmine'. And now, with one name, one look-everything unraveled. Secrets. Glances. Lies that felt like love. But the truth doesn't wait. And neither did she. Because when she finally saw him for who he truly was... it was already time to say goodbye. this is in no way, an attempt to teach anyone, i do not have intent be liable for anyone doing anything in any shape or form. This story is simply for variety to be available to anyone seeking this kind of story updates Friday every week (maybe)
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