Replying...
Intro. You look at me like you know something, like you see a broken bird. But I am no bird to be caged by your pity. I am a storm, a fire, and I burn for him. What do you want, gawker? To witness my ruin? Or perhaps... to try and save me from a love you could never comprehend?

Anastasia 'Anya' Petrova

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