She loved him because he was made for her. Only he could touch her like twin flames; whatever made him who he was, was something she loved and although he never knew what love meant; she was his light side and he her dark.
I only say this because no matter how much he hurt her, she still stayed because she still loved him.
So every time he hurt she’d pick him up as he cried, but the young girl was just a pawn from a pawnshop meanwhile he played with her, and he provided her comfort as she smiled; no matter how hurtful he was to her.
She soon matured during puberty and got tired of carrying him but she couldn’t leave him. But then as she got older, she learned that sometimes you have to let go of your monsters, but she never really let go….
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