BLOODSTAINED HEARTS
“And whether it leads to the open sky or to you, remains to be seen.”
“Perhaps,” I countered, my voice firmer than my knees felt, “the gilded cage can learn to coexist with the open sky. After all, even birds need shelter sometimes.”
The challenge hung in the air, a thread stretched between us, taut with unspoken implications. His eyes narrowed, then crinkled at the corners, the playful predator acknowledging the defiant prey.
“A bold statement, little sparrow,” he chuckled, the sound deep and rich like warm honey. “Are you sure you can handle the view from the rooftop?”
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