She struggles with trust. She's broken.
He struggles with peace and his haunting past, Unaware of the necessities to love, can these two come together and be each other's light?
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She moaned as she pressed her fingers on herself.
"I said rub, not press," I slowed my space until she whimpered and obeyed.
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The saying was true; there is always light at the end of a tunnel, but a light can loose it's power; can't it?
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