TITLE:"You raised me to be kind, to be gentle—to be human. But I am not human anymore, am I?"
She steps forward, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I still remember the warmth of your hand in mine, the sound of your laughter in the mornings. I remember love. But love does not quiet the hunger. Love does not stop the nights from stretching endlessly before me, cold and unyielding."
Her smile is bittersweet, revealing the faintest glint
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