As the slow decent comes, the falling winds encase his shattered shell. He grips her face, eyes blood-shot, and with bloody busted knuckles. The words are wisped from before his lips, running over her face and giving her pause. She is stunned, too much so, and his fault is obvious but he says his mind, trying to see her reply. Hers comes, leaving him speechless and cold as she pulls him close, comforting him as he usually did her.
“You make me hate the darkness that I am.”
“Do not hate yourself, never yourself, for it is that darkness I fell in love with.”
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