A violent passion. A dangerous bond. A nightmare that will change everything.
To Ava, love is about as real as fairytales. But it might be that fairytales, myths, and magic have some truth to them after all - as well as the monsters that lie in the...
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She could spend a lifetime searching, and looking for the one thing that might make her whole, that made the reason for her existence, even though, possibly, she could be forever lost in doing so.
She could feel that was the only way, even if it took a lifetime, an eternity, a forever.
She could follow her heart.
Or she could stay... where she was a person — only half, though still more than a drifting wind — only helpful to another's existence and not anymore her own.
She could stay, starving and wilting, knowing each day that this pull, this grab from reality she felt every minute of every day, could be seizing her... asking her... needing her to follow it — and knowing it until her last petal fell.
