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This story is different from the rest, because every word, every feeling,
and every scar in it is real.
It's not a piece of my imagination. It's a piece of my life.
He was from Athens, a child of the night long before it ever touched him.
He came to the countryside for a while. To "escape."
That's where I met him,the boy who made danger look beautiful,
and me, the girl who thought she could find the light inside his darkness...
until it started pulling me in.
Years later, life brought me to his city.
The same Athens that shaped him into everything I should've stayed away from.
And there, it all began again, darker, deeper, realer.
Some stories aren't written to make sense.
They're written because no matter how much they hurt,
you can't forget them.