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He treated his lover like a trophy, but not the kind you display with a sense of pride in your accomplishments. Rather, he used his trophy as weapon to bash his arrogance and false superiority into the heads of others. She took the toll of these beatings, through no fault of her own. Deep down, he knew she had a heart of glass that was easily broken, but he didnt care. Hed break her to pieces and fight with the glass shards left of her broken spirit if thats what it took for him to be in the spotlight.

That night, with the light of day diminishing slowly, the stars dimmed, and the nights of the month died. The light of day became a darkness as cold and merciless as it was heavy with winter. Snow began falling and the ice and rock, frozen by their journey to Winter, began to melt. Once more, the sun faded, leaving the world in darkness. He woke in darkness, with the knowledge of his failures. It was the first time in his life that he had truly understood what darkness means the night without light, the night of fear as he felt as he stared into darkness. As he sat alone in the dark, his heart stopped moving. He was too lost, too lost in his own pain. It was like he had been crying for years
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