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Veiled.

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Her fingers are firm around my wrist once more. Her grip is too tight to be comfortable, yet too loose to consider the pain to be the purpose. The sky outside flickers in flashes of white as the rain roars on, wild and unforgiving. The windows barely muffle the sound. The curtains barely dim the light. It is dark. It is always dark, with us. I do not meet her gaze, but I can feel it on me. Waiting for me to say something.

But the silence stretches on. Tense, lingering.

"You know I love you," slips out from her perfectly shaped lips, "Right?"

Her voice is soft. Soft and low. Just stirring the air. Because this is what we always be, isn't it? A whispered secret in the dark. Just barely existing.

And at her question, I hate that I had to pause. Did I know?

Did I?

But the moment of clarity slips away from my grasp, quickly as it came, when I feel the sharp nails of her lightly brush against my skin, as she moved away the few strands of hair covering my face. Not that it would help much, anyway. Neither of us could see shit in this light. Still, her hand remains there, near my face, and I force myself to look up. In the dark of the room, I can just barely make out the white of her eyes. Eyes, resting on me, comfortable where they were. On me. With me. For me. Just for me.

Lightning strikes once more. The flash of white lights up, reflecting off her hair almost like a halo atop her head.

"Nandini?", she said once more, her palm still cupping my face, that lovely cruel cursed whisper of hers. And my name has never sounded so beautiful to my own ears.

That whisper, only for us to hear.

"I know," blunders my lying mouth before I can even think of stopping it, more of an attempt to convince myself more than anything, but then I hear my voice and how uncertain it sounds, and I can't have myself lose this too. A deep breath. Fists unclenching.

"I know," I repeat, more firmly this time, pressing my cheek into the cold dips of her palm. Her fingers are rough against my skin. But they feel real. So real.

I close my eyes. It is still as dark as it was before.

Even though we aren't, to me, in this moment, we are. Real. Completely and utterly real.

And as the words escape from me, I see her teeth flash in the dark. A bright array, grinning or loving or sneering, I can't tell yet.

But they are there. Shown for me. Never to anyone else.

Is this not what love is?

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Hi lightning struck nearby and it inspired me to write this :3 @7975348473 @lunarlee101 @jus-a-silly-little-ting @inkstainsonmysheets

No clue who these characters are but I wanna make this something >:) this is a prologue ig, not exactly tho

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