Some wounds never fully heal; they just settle beneath the surface, shaping who we become, as we fail to notice. He carried his past like a shadow, convinced he had left it behind. Pain, however has a way of bleeding into the present, poisoning the air around us; we sometimes leave everyone we hold dear gasping for breath, without ever meaning to.He believed he was beyond repair and swore off love, substituting it with pleasure-yet she didn't want a fleeting fling; she wanted passion, romance, desire, pure love..Sometimes, we try to distract ourselves from one wound by creating another.This story tells their entwined relationship from her point of view
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