Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..
He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.
When their paths meet, will the blood be...
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The smile, that came naturally to me, feels alien on my face. It's been eons since my heart has last decided to smile for someone.
After Maxon died, everything became fake; the smile, the laugh, the life too.
I wish she smiled back at me, but when she doesn't, I don't feel surprised. She is so startled that her eyes go back to staring at the floor, without passing me even a second glance.
