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( 🌀 )⠀⠀She spoke of belonging as though it were freedom, and he flinched every time her eyes looked too human, too alive, for something made of circuits. And yet, in the quiet, in the storm, it was her voice he heard and her shadow he saw, until he could no longer tell if he was the one fixing her-or if she was the one breaking him open, piece by piece.

⠀⠀⠀⠀( an original story / © trustruins )