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*Book 2 of the Impact Series!* The devil himself can become beauty, so we are told, to corrupt mankind. They say he stole me, as if I was only something to be coveted, some prize to be won, not an intelligent human in my own right, as if I was not as feared in their eyes as he was. they say that he corrupted me, that his beautiful flower wilted under the pressure of his wrong-doing but they forget that every day is a chance for rebirth, that if anyone could be touched by the devil and flourish, that it would be me. they say that he tricked me, that he played me like a game, that I did not want to stay. and maybe he did, but they forget how the days drag on, how each hour creeps in sooner, leaving bones aching for a hint of his warmth, and it is not because he will not let me leave it is because I do not want to go on without him. because if someone can break you, doesn't that mean you were corrupted already?
1 * PILOT WITH A FEAR OF HEIGHTS * 1
