There he is, stood rooted to the ground just as she is, and he's wearing his problem like it's something he can't decipher. Can't fix. It's raw and bare and violent, and it's scabbed with blood. Dripping with ink. Staining her skin with his. - ❛There was something dire in his eyes. Something brewing, storming in his line of sight. And she was directly in it.❜
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