The Lover
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Love has never been a wonderful word to me.
But I kept on waiting for it.
Kept on praying and wishing and longing for the day that I would get to find love of my own. Not the love that they once had. I wanted it to last.
Is that too much to ask?
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Some loves are not written in ink. They are carved into bone, sealed in blood, and buried in silence. He was born beneath a name the world worshipped - raised in light so bright it never let him belong to himself. She grew where no one cared to look - a girl the world forgot before it ever knew her. And when they met, it was not destiny that reached for them - it was something quieter. Older. More dangerous. Not gentle. Not kind. Not meant to survive. In the smoke-stained winter of 1975, beneath a dying tree and a sky heavy with unsaid things, he saw her. A moment. A glance. And something irreversible took root. From then on, every tomorrow carried her shadow. Every breath learned her name. Every silence began to sound like prayer. But love does not remain pure in a world ruled by power. The blood that made him golden demanded obedience. The silence that kept her safe demanded sacrifice. And between them grew a devotion that could not exist without consequence. When the darkness finally came for them, he did not ask for mercy. He did not ask to be saved. He only bowed his head and whispered into the ruin: For her, I would burn again. For her - a thousand times over Even if time erased them. Even if the world never knew. Even if she one day forgot his name. Some loves are not meant to be remembered. Only endured. Only carried. Carved where no one can see. Carved in his bones.
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