Her Leo, so bright, so beautiful. And in the end, so catastrophically flawed.
Outwardly, other than her hair, she had not changed much. She was still more or less the same cool, aloof woman who garnered more respect than affection. On the inside, however, it had been impossible to return to the person she used to be.
It doesn’t matter where I am; I’m yours.
Sometimes limbs must be re-broken to set properly, her heart too needed to shatter anew before it could truly heal.
I had this daft idea to come and bury the past. Except the past is not quite dead.
To the beginning of the rest of our lives. - Leo
Even the boy who cried wolf as right about the wolf once.
