"You still love her don't you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Darling, I love you as light loves the dark, as evil relishes good, you are my heart." he says, brushing his fingers across her jaw. "She is my soul." his voice was quiet and gentle as a breeze, yet his words were damning. *** "It's pathetic really, how much I still hope it's you and I in the end."
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