I shrug my coat off at the door, draping it on the hook, listening to the dripping sound of crimson colored liquid hitting the hardwood. I find you in the kitchen, and I stare at you for a long moment. I've never been able to love you, not like soulmates should. But regardless of that fact, you are mine. You are the only thing in this world I won't allow myself to break. Crossing the room I press a kiss to your forehead. Hello Dear. I'm home.
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