Davian

Davian

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"Don't you see! I can't even love myself! How could I ever love you if I don't even know how to love myself" "I'm not here to make you fall in love with me, I'm here to help you fall in love with yourself, the way I fell in love with you" *** Meet Davian. Davian wasn't a bad person, he just had been living a toxic lifestyle for far too long. Davian was sad and miserable. Really sad and miserable. So sad miserable to the point where it was so unbearable that the only way to get rid of these horrible feelings was by drinking cheap bottles of booze. Day and night, Davian wasted away his life, trying his best to forget the things that caused his sadness and misery, losing himself more and more each bottle of cheap booze he chugged. He was a hopeless cause, no matter what anyone did there was not use. All Davian wanted to do was drown in the toxic life he was living. How are you supposed to save someone from drowning if they don't want to be saved in the first place?
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The first time Mira saw him, he was bleeding. A cold night. A flickering streetlamp. He sat on the curb, knuckles split, blood dripping onto the pavement like ink staining a page. She should have walked away. Should have pretended she didn't see him. But she didn't. Instead, she crouched beside him, her voice soft but steady. "Who did this to you?" He laughed-a low, bitter sound. "Does it matter?" Mira didn't know his name yet. But when their eyes met, something inside her recognized him. Not his face. Not his voice. His pain. Because she had the same kind buried in her bones. --- His name was Riven. And trouble followed him like a shadow. He never spoke about his past. Never explained the bruises. Never asked for help. But Mira saw the anger in his fists, the exhaustion in his shoulders. The war he fought every time he looked in the mirror. And despite herself, she stayed. Even when he told her to leave. Even when his darkness bled into her light. Even when she knew-this would destroy her. --- One night, he showed up at her door, drenched in rain, eyes empty. "I did something bad." Mira's breath caught. "What did you do?" Riven didn't answer. He just looked at her, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like he was trying to breathe through whatever monster was clawing at his ribs. And she knew. It wasn't just a fight this time. It wasn't just another wound to clean up. He had crossed a line. And now, there were only two options-run, or drown with him. Mira should have been afraid. Should have shut the door, called the police, saved herself. But love made people stupid. So she stepped forward, wiped the blood from his cheek, and whispered, "Then we leave. Together." Because blood runs thicker than water. And love? Love was the thing that made you stay-even when you knew it would kill you.

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