wounded Heart
"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes."
Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest.
"I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary."
"It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting
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