Literature
Purblind
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Chorus romance says good night.
Close your eyes and I'll close mine.
Remember you, remember me.
Hurt the first, the last, between.
-Flyleaf, "So I Thought"
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She was waiting for him in the rain. He chuckled grimly. They could never meet when the sun might actually show its face and flood his own with warmth. It was fitting really. He lived and breathed and fought in a world of shadows. His old friends enveloped him in the chill of the night, concealing him, generously giving him a moment to himself.
He remembered her hair had been long enough to scrape her collar bones, short enough to frame her face and draw her prey into h
