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weepingbird

  • cyanide & tenterhooks

    An ocean seemed to stretch out between them, the way the smile stretched out over his lips, his hand stretched out to meet hers, as if she wasn't an utter disaster. His hands were gentle - careful enough to hold her fragile heart. Hers were steady - strong enough to grasp an eternity fit into six short years. Stories such as theirs simply never end.