About loving and being loved
"The executive smiled a small smile that hurt around the edges but was honest as he kissed the man's knuckles. They were returning to normal color to a healthy pink. "Okay, Osamu" He repeated and this time it was truth “La luz is easy to love, show me you oscuridas.” Because two steps forward and one step back is still a step forward and healing is not a linear process and... And he wanted to get it right this time." ~Or alternatively: Soukoku loving herself and getting the smooth, happy epilogue they deserve.
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" Às vezes, quando uma explosão explode com força o suficiente, ela começa a pensar sobre si mesma. E escreve. E escreve." ~Íris...
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