Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain whispered secrets against the windowpane, a soft percussion to the frantic rhythm of my heart. His hand found mine, our fingers intertwining like roots seeking the same deep, hidden earth. In the dim lamplight, his eyes held galaxies of unspoken promises, pulling me into their gentle orbit. I leaned in, the scent of his skin a familiar warmth I had somehow always known. The first brush of his lips was a question, and my sigh was the only answer I could give. Every nerve ending awoke, singing a quiet hymn as his thumb traced the line of my jaw. The world outside our sheltered room dissolved into a watercolor blur of streetlights and shadows. I felt his breath mingle with mine, a shared life force in the hushed space between us. A single, perfect tear escaped, tracing a path of pure, unburdened joy down my cheek. In that suspended moment, I was no longer just myself, but a part of a beautiful, fragile, and endless whole.
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