饾悂饾惍饾惈饾惒 饾悁 饾悈饾惈饾悽饾悶饾惂饾悵
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"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god."
"I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him.
"That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion
"Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you."
"You'd probably burn."
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饾悋饾悇饾悕饾悜饾悩 饾悤饾悎饾悡饾悎饾悇饾悑饾悑饾悗, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover.
饾悏饾悁饾悕饾悇 饾悎饾悤饾悇饾悜饾悞, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper.
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star-crossed; adjective
(of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck.
'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were.
So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart.
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