The Softest Kind of Ruin

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ed today.

careless-like it didn

tered

when it's painted on, how her eyes drift when she's not really

uched. Unbothered. I s

. Waite

she doesn't see the care I take. The silence. Th

I protect her. Eve

it too easy. Too safe. Ma

The closenes

urt her.

art-limb by limb-if that's w

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– At

elight dancing against the windows, soft music playing beneath the quiet hum of conversation

tely, the loneliness had begun to creep in louder than usual

n. He spoke with ease, asking questions, telling her stories. He didn't pressur

reciate

glass. She smiled from instinct, not joy. But wasn't

laugh over spilled coffee. To be held and feel lik

ed to be

now... Was that s

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atching

e here

A different coat. A touch of perfume I hadn't smelled o

give herself away to someo

oked beautiful.

art to a stranger and hoping

deserved it. Like he had any right to hear

he way she chews the end of her pen when she's thinking too hard. He d

I

kes.I know every dream she

her. I

.. looking for love

o

o

tiness and come looking for me. I thought if I

this means

n

she's not alone. That

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