Bound by Voices
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She stepped closer, fury trembling under her grief.
> “You can’t love me if you’re everyone.”
“Why not?” He smiled, serene. “They love you too.”
And in that moment, she heard them—the voices of thousands, whispering through him, all saying her name.
Mira. Mira. Mira.
It felt like worship.
It felt like suffocation.
> “Stop!” she shouted. “You’re tearing yourself apart!”
“No,” he said, reaching out. “I’m finally whole.”
The air bent around him, light flickering, the city outside pulsing to his breath.