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[Misery]

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Love was a sickness that so easily pierced the veil of the flesh. It dug deep into the marrow and infected the entire system. Love warped the mind. Love was the only sickness that could really grab the soul. Turning every bit of one person into another. Love corrupted independence. Love twisted the souls into one terribly beautiful thing. Her bright eyes gleamed as she studied him, and laughter was in her smile. But she didn't let a sound slip out, her silence was thick and heavy. White hands, so lovely pushed herself up as she swayed for a moment, her ruined leg trembling with the effort. In the days to come, she would curse her madness.



"Think she even remembers you?" Quiet, curious. In no particular way malicious, but maybe just raring for a good fight. Pain was beautiful.

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