(n.) the act of loving the one who loves you, a love returned full. ----- (Q.) How could a beast be loved by someone so kind and understanding? (A.) Because the beast is just a misunderstood person. She gazed at me the same way I've always have with her. We both knew of each other's feelings, but there wasn't a chance to say it. To say how much we cared for one another. ()()()()()()() (Q.) Don't you fear what the monster could do to you when it bares its teeth and snaps its jaw all so threateningly? (A.) Why would I fear someone who wants to be loved so bad that they have forgotten what it is like to be touched...to be kissed? Suddenly, I was aware of just how close we were to each other, our faces barely inches apart, our hands intertwined. Neither of us broke apart to distance ourselves. We both knew what we wanted. What we knew one another felt. My breath hitched, the feeling of her hand squeezing mine. We weren't going away. And if she were to be ripped away from me, I would kill. I would become the monster I am afraid of just to bring her back. I would sacrifice everything. I would do it over and over again, even if it kills me even if it hurts me, even if I get caught and tortured. For her, I would be careless because I knew it. Deep in my skin and bones. Because that's what a beast would do for the one that stared at us differently. That's what I would do for her even if I'd lose all my humanity. Because I loved her, I love her.
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