VELVET GUN
She stood there for a moment,
looking at Ellie like she was memorizing every detail the way the silk dress caught the light, the faint pink in her cheeks, the way her hair moved in the breeze.
“When I met you,” Amy began, her voice low and steady, “I thought I understood my life. I thought I knew my limits.
My world was measured in shadows and survival, and I was fine with that. But then you…” She took a breath.
“You tore through all of it. And somehow, in the middle of everything I didn’t think I could have, you became the thing I want most.”
Ellie’s lips parted, but she said nothing, her eyes fixed on Amy.
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