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His glazed, snow-capped eyes matched the gentle snow falling outside the car window. She was the only one in his sights-- pristine and perfect against the shade of her sadness. This was the purest he had ever seen her. He had never been comfortable with her mask. A breath of misty air escaped her lips and she shivered. "Happiness isn't as easy as you make it sound," she breathed. "There are things I need before I can call myself content." "What sort of things?" he asked, unaware of anything else but her lips. "I want to have power over something in my life. I want to feel like I have control over what happens to me, even if I lie to myself." "Is that what you want most out of life?" She shook her head as an affirmative no. "Then what is?" A hesitance broke the steady stream of conversation and she simply stared at the passing cars. It was calming to see something consistent-- something that whisked past and didn't carry her with it. "I want," she paused and let her glassy eyes meet his own, "consent." **WARNING! This book contains many serious topics such as child molestation and addiction. Read at your own risk. ** Beautiful cover by wutthefack
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Her voice meandered through his ears as she sang. It was like a prayer, like the choir of hundreds of angels singing to a god he only knew when he was with her. His head rested in her lap, her soothing hands tracing tiny rivulets in the white locks of his hair, lulling him to sleep. Cherry blossoms fell around them, recalling the first day he saw her back in school, and when she smiled at him, he could swear he was floating. *** She smiles at the memory, amber eyes flooding with the ghost of her printed evocation of a white haired man kissing her cheek. A photo. A picture. A fucking portrait she wishes it won't fade under the cruel weight of time. That's all he left her.

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