Destined
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His pov:
I looked around me, blood dripping down from my hands but it wasn't mine. All I see around me is the fear in each and everyone's eyes present there. Even though I loved that feeling, a part of me always wanted to feel something else. So, I kept looking at faces by face until..... I saw those eyes, "Her eyes"
Her pov:
Those "bloody eyes". They hold a sense of familiarity. A sense of Home. A sense of calm. A sense of Affinity.
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