She was the storm that wrecked him, and he didn't resist.He welcomed the ruin with open arms, clinging to hope like a dying man. She called him her sunshine, but it was her hand that snuffed out his light, convinced he'd scorch her soul. She never saw the truth he'd slit his own throat before ever raising harm to her. But now the damage is done, and the silence between them bleeds louder than any scream. Is it too late... or was it always meant to end in shadows?
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