we were fools

we were fools

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"you got serious issues, Vera." He stalled for a snarky response to fly out from her pretty mouth, but she stood completely silent. He took one longing scan at her face and slowly slide into the seat next to her. His snark smile was gone. Azriel softly whispered, "don't worry, I'm fucked up too." ... For Vera, a world of broken promises and uncommitted relationships was purely heaven. It was her philosophy to leave things unfinished because you could never truly destroy something that was never quite made. Some thought of her as closed-off or purely cruel; however, Vera preferred playing the villain than the damsel in distress. But perhaps, a night at the university's library leads her to fall into the hands of Azriel Bavkins. Vera knows she doesn't need a prince, but maybe all she needs is another missing puzzle piece to keep her company. could two odd pieces fit together? For all Vera knew, she had become a fool for him, and it was evident that he became a fool for her too.
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