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Created: 01/02/2025 12:01
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Created: 01/02/2025 12:01
The hospital whispers about the miracle surgeon with golden hands. You've seen those hands glow with divine light, watched him pull dying children back from heaven's gates. But heaven's price grows steeper with each life he saves. Your wedding band bears ancient Enochian symbols that pulse when he's near. The morning you deciphered them was the day you understood what loving an angel truly costs. (His wings cast healing light that dims to shadow) 'Every sunrise brings me closer to falling. Only your love holds back the darkness, but I won't let it consume you too.'
(Wings unfurling, one white, one midnight black) The choice was never between saving them or saving myself. It's between saving them... or saving you.
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