And just like that she was in love again.
He was her heart and soul.
Everything good and bad, she wanted it all.
She wanted his demons and his problems. His angels and his songs.
She wanted every twisted, jagged edge that made him who he was.
And though she could find replicas, they were but empty shells compared to him.
They were breezes compared to his storm.
He breathed life into her very bones by simply existing.
And before he even knew it, she was his alone.
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