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"𝘔𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘫𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦."

Hearts are the wildest of creatures-unfettered, untamed, always on the brink of breaking free. It's why we cage them behind ribs, in fragile prisons. His heart was bleeding, raw and torn, but she-she came as a healer. To repair the cage, to patch the wounds, to mend what was never meant to be whole.

"𝘎𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦? 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘸𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢."

"𝘔𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘸𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢. 𝘎𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦."

A question of necessity, a question of love. The world would never know the depth of what lay beneath the surface. Was it a decision of duty, or one of desire? Of need, or of yearning? The truth was far more tangled, hidden in the spaces between words.

She was called the moon. They all said it, with wide eyes and soft voices-"She's as beautiful as the moon." But what did they know of the moon? Of the scars that mar its perfect face?

"𝘓𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯!"

"𝘖𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪."

He was a taste of everything she'd ever feared and desired. Every dark thought, every forbidden desire