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In her world, colors are sound and speech is movement. She moves bare feet across the sand and whispers secrets to the wind. She smells sunlight and tastes laughter. When she sleeps, shards of life hover above her waiting to move again, keeping watch like adoring bees attending their queen.
He judged everyone harshly. No one ever measured up. He kept careful accounts in his head of every slight, every wrong—a self-appointed karmic accountant. Finding himself without a subject to evaluate one day, he turned a ruthless eye upon himself. Afterward, he decided not to judge anyone ever again.
She will do anything to keep her secret. She will rage, storm, cut ties without warning. She never sleeps with anyone. She fucks, but will not share her dreams. Her greatest fear is that one day her fraud will be discovered, and someone will realize she still believes in love.
He judged everyone harshly. No one ever measured up. He kept careful accounts in his head of every slight, every wrong—a self-appointed karmic accountant. Finding himself without a subject to evaluate one day, he turned a ruthless eye upon himself. Afterward, he decided not to judge anyone ever again.
She will do anything to keep her secret. She will rage, storm, cut ties without warning. She never sleeps with anyone. She fucks, but will not share her dreams. Her greatest fear is that one day her fraud will be discovered, and someone will realize she still believes in love.