Nychta

Nychta

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"Everything you cared for. Everything you dreamed of. Nothing is going to be the same, Nychta, you know that?" I swallowed. I knew. What Asher didn't understand was that.. I wanted it. All of it. "Yes" He came dangerously close. It seemed like he knew how much power he had over me. He knew me. And I knew him. "Touch me" I stared into his green eyes "Touch me, please" I knew that once he did everything would be lost. Vanished into darkness. Everything would be destroyed, and us...We would drawn into a helpless world of oblivion, unable to remember, but still very sure we would find each other again. We always did. In every universe. Every death. Every Goodbye. Every life. "Touch me" I whispered. He did.
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"I've only died three times-or at least, that's all I remember. The truth? It could be a hundred. Maybe more. And each time, it's terrifying. It's not some gentle fade into light; it's a cruel, ripping pain that leaves me gasping, only to wake up somewhere new, as if the universe is punishing me for not staying in line. Every death feels like a price I'm paying for something I shouldn't have done-something I shouldn't feel. Asher Lively is that price. He's the wrong path I keep taking, the gravity I can't resist. Falling in love with him isn't just forbidden; it's a death sentence. I don't know why-why it's wrong to want him, why the universe keeps tearing us apart. But the pattern is clear: every time I try to hold on to him, I lose everything. It's not just the dying. It's the knowing. Knowing we can't end up together, no matter how much I want to. Knowing that loving him feels so right, but comes at the highest cost. Maybe we're only meant to exist in those fleeting moments, between lives, between deaths. Maybe that's all we'll ever be-almost."

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