CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE— Aphrodite —They say you never forget your first love.I think that’s a lie.You forget.Eventually.You forget the kisses, the late-night promises, the trembling hand that first reached for yours.What you don’t forget—what stays—Are the moments when you thought you were finally safe.---Godric was safety, once.Before he became a curse, before his voice made my spine stiffen, before I forgot how to sleep without waking in guilt—he was everything.The boy with bloody fists and bruised ribs who pulled me away from hell.The boy who gave me his coat on a freezing night and told me, “No one touches you unless you want them to.”I was fifteen.And in that moment, I believed him more than I believed in God.---We starved together.Slept in alleyways.Fought for scraps.But we smiled, too.He made me laugh when I hadn’t in years.Taught me how to spit like a street kid, how to lie like a rich one.I gave him my first kiss.He gave me the only name that’s ever stuck—
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