Healing The Ruffian

"He's not just broken-he's dangerous," she murmured, gripping the edge of her notebook.

"And you're not afraid?" her friend asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

She paused, her gaze distant. "Afraid? Maybe. But he's not the monster everyone thinks he is. Beneath all that rage... there's something worth saving."

Her friend shook her head. "And if you're wrong?"

"Then I'll walk away." Her voice softened, almost trembling. "But if I'm right... he deserves someone willing to try."

"And what if trying costs you everything?"

She swallowed hard, her resolve unwavering. "Then at least he'll know someone cared enough to risk it all."

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What if the only way to save someone from their darkness is to risk being consumed by it yourself?