Heart of the Bayou Beasts
I was a coward.
The beauty of Bri was not just in her physical form or her exquisite mind, nor was it simply the enormous heart she claimed not to have, but in each broken shard, she was brave enough to brandish in the name of someone or something else. Books for her father, the security of her friends, and whatever else she may have left unsaid. Here and now she allowed that fragile heart to be born naked before me in the name of Bastain, a boy she owed nothing to, a soul so like her own, wounded, chipped, and saddened leaving little self-worth to share. I would find that for Bas, and she would help me, a way to tether her here without getting too close.
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