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Three years, no letters, no calls, no visits.
As much as she wanted to yell in his face and possibly rip his skin off for everything they shattered, she stood still. Once again, she was lost in his gray eyes, finding the comfort she had despite herself feeling such things. Somehow, she found herself smiling. Somehow, she found herself eager to breathe in the same air as him once again. Somehow, she wanted to live longer even if the weight of tomorrow crushed her fragile body.
"Hey, princess." That was all she got. Three years of waiting just for a drunk 'hey'.Bookmarked by PlutoStorm
29 Jul 2025
