The love of me

-soft at first, like a w

ut unread, her eyes tracing the glass

been

moment that tore thro

she had locked he

night...

hours, sometimes just a few minutes-but always i

st...

he had co

noon, she sa

nch

il

d from remorse and

gripped the

. But inside, sh

dn't unde

still f

eren't

en't eve

that bookshop... something had shifted. It

recog

re he ever had the right to hold

terrified

r eyes, she still saw his

hen he asked about

r, like he knew her-even when

at her gate in the storm... waiting for

herself, "Why do I w

hand against the

ling inside her

sn't

in something ol

chest that said: you

couldn't op

t

asn't

r could sh

ael remain

loak

dri

on the fr

t bring

t call h

t stoo

knew what h

dn't deserve

n every storm this city had t

wou

d w

t never hearing

finally moved f

d, wrapped herself in a blanke

but maybe...