Empire of Lust
she whispers, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.
“Please don’t cry,” I ask, placing my hand on the side of her face and running my thumb over her freckles.
“They are happy tears, I promise,” she replies, rubbing her eyes clear with the back of her hands. “The way I see it, we're two broken people who can help put one another back together again. As long as we are patient, this can work,” she adds with conviction.
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