MEND ME IF YOU CAN.
he whispered, voice trembling with unbearable weight, “were never meant to fall. But I let you.”
Soren’s chest heaved, pulse flaring in intermittent bursts. “You didn’t let me,” he murmured, voice barely audible. “I chose to.”
Silence stretched, thick and heavy, yet it was far from empty. It was full of unspoken memories: ancient vows whispered beneath celestial skies, hands clasped before the Gate when the world was still young, and the promise of rebellion against the laws of heaven itself. They had been one defiance, two hearts entwined in rebellion. Lovers who had chosen each other over eternity, over power, over the impossible weight of destiny.
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