[There was no one like him, and he lives with that - knowing that there could be, that there should be- someone, but they walked away. Denying the very thing that makes them equals.]
Yet you blame me, for being what I am. [There is no emotions in his voice, or shining from his eyes as he looks at her. At this her, with her feelings on display and her heart on her sleeve.
A distrusted child, watching him from behind the face of a very powerful woman.] This memory was not for anyone to see.
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[There was no one like him, and he lives with that - knowing that there could be, that there should be- someone, but they walked away. Denying the very thing that makes them equals.]
Yet you blame me, for being what I am. [There is no emotions in his voice, or shining from his eyes as he looks at her. At this her, with her feelings on display and her heart on her sleeve.
A distrusted child, watching him from behind the face of a very powerful woman.] This memory was not for anyone to see.