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WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 92

Aвтор: MIKS DELOSO
last update Последнее обновление: 2025-04-13 19:16:25

The apartment was dark when they arrived back. The city skyline was swept by a late autumn storm outside the window, its soft rumble the echo of the storm within Lily's heart. She stood at the center of the living room, arms at her sides going limp, gaping into the stillness as though it might speak.

Vandaulf hovered behind her. He didn’t speak. Not yet. He just watched her with that same relentless steadiness that had begun to unravel her in ways she hadn’t expected.

Lily let out a slow breath. “The therapist said I’m making progress,” she murmured, her voice barely a thread. “That talking about Ina… naming what she was… was a step toward reclaiming myself.”

"More than a name," Vandaulf said softly. "Survival."

Lily spun around, her gaze tattered, lashes wet. "That's what frightens me."

He edged closer carefully. "Because losing her feels like losing the only version of you that was able to survive what occurred?"

She nodded. "Every time I talk as plain Lily. there's this echoing rin
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  • WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK   WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 124

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  • WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK   WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 122

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