Tuesday, 22 February 2011


And when, at last, she stood there in front of him, it seemed her light would fill his world and banish the Dark he'd known so long. Pierce his weary heart, and allow him to feel. But still he resisted, resolute, not daring yet to dream.

"I will not be good for you," he said.

"No," she replied, and held out her hand. "But maybe I will be good for you."

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