Death and Compassion
From when does an act count as treason? From when is it wrong to love him? From when should you step back and sip death as a gift? Since when do we know that loving her would have been better than killing her inside? When does the safety of an Emperor cease to be important? From when does the war that is brought as a mission cease to be important? From the defiant and tormenting battleground of love. She was in the royal guard. He was a diplomat who did not bring diplomacy between states. She was a warrior. He was a servant to himself. The fight started. Regret overcame them, but there is no turning back.
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Ele se lembra de tudo. Da mãe, dos dias com Clara, das coisas que disse e das que deixou passar. Mas lembrar já não parece suficiente. Entre objetos guardados e uma carta inesperada, ele procura algo que ainda seja capaz de fazer diferença.
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Eu sinto da liberdade que não me têm sempre que olho para ele. Ele é meu último pedaço de liberdade, nele eu posso me encontrar. Ele tem a versão mais nua da minha alma na palma de suas mãos.
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