Being Yours
You trust no one, except yourself.
Abruptly, he released the amulet, letting it drop against her chest with a thump.
She moistened her lips and continued. ‘The mistrust you feel gave you the strength to move on. But if you continue clinging to your cynicism about others, you could lose the most valuable part of yourself.’ He sat back, studying her from behind his protective shield once again. ‘That’s quite a statement, and a rather general one. You can’t get through life without being hurt in some way. And trust, well, that’s a quality reserved for fools.’
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