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[..]a soul aching for something fiercer,always miserable surrounded by grey grass.He needed more, he craves a bleeding peony.[..]

[…]ah… And she was beautiful. Fragile… And f* beautiful. A lightning, a vaporous blizzard you cannot catch, because when you realize, she’s gone. Oh dear, the greatest preys are the most difficult to hunt. White, quiet, bright… sharp. And full of scars. That’s why you can recognize her. That’s why she will see¬†you coming. “Be aware. I’m an avalanche.”

He smirks. Let’s play.[…]