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“Death is my redemption,” she whispered, her tears falling on his chest before rolling into the lapping ocean. He stilled for a moment, and she felt something warm and wet slide down her right temple and past her ear. His tear. His nose brushed against her forehead, before his lips pressed a kiss to it. “It seems we're at a bit of an impasse, then. Because your survival is mine.” — Dianna Hardy
Death is my redemption,” she whispered, her tears falling on his chest before rolling into the lapping ocean.
He stilled for a moment, and she felt something warm and wet slide down her right temple and past her ear. His tear.
His nose brushed against her forehead, before his lips pressed a kiss to it. “It seems we're at a bit of an impasse, then. Because your survival is mine.