Marked by Him
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MatureComplete Sun, Mar 8, 20267h 10m
They said he was quiet. Cold. Unreachable.
But I saw what they didn't - the obsession behind his stare.
We weren't supposed to meet. We weren't supposed to touch.
Now I can't breathe when he's near... and I suffocate when he's gone.
Something about him feels ancient.
Familiar in a way that makes my bones ache.
I think I've known him before.
And I think the last time, I didn't survive.
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