I take the wedding band from my pocket and kiss it. Feel the ache. They stole her. But she let them. She left me. She left me tears and pain and longing. She left me to give me anger, and I cannot help but hate her for a moment even though beyond that moment there is only love. “Eo,” I whisper, and the locket closes.
ugh Darrow my heart
— Dec 08, 2025 05:22PM
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