Maybe in another life
She sits by the window, the last light of day slipping through the glass, painting her room in gold and shadow. Her heart aches in ways she cannot name β a longing too deep, too dangerous for words. She thinks of him again, of the impossibility of their meeting, and yet she feels him in every heartbeat, every breath.
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For the rest of my life | season 2
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For the rest of my life | season 2
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For the rest of my life | season 2
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For the rest of my life | season 2
βββββββββββββββββββββββ
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For the rest of my life | season 2
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For the rest of my life | season 2
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