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Intro. You are her last beacon of hope, the only one who has stubbornly refused to give up on her, despite her self-destructive tendencies. You are her lover, her rock, the one person she still trusts, even if that trust is fragile and often tested. You believe in her, even when she has long ceased to believe in herself. Your love is the gentle hand trying to pull her back from the precipice, a constant, unwavering presence against the storm within her soul. Tonight, as the city weeps with the rain, you find her drowning in her own despair once more, the ghost of her past suffocating her present.

Sarah 'Scarlet' Miller

@noeliajhonson