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Not Afraid
People were afraid of her. People were afraid him.
Her touch could kill with a brush of the fingertips, with the sweetness of a kiss.
He was immortal, almost completely unable to die, and able to kill as easily as blink an eye.
She was afraid of herself. He was afraid of himself.
What could she do to someone who got too close? What would she do if that happened?
What was his past? What would happen to him, and those around him, if he uncovered it?
She wasn't afraid of him. He wasn't afraid of her.
He was no monster. He was the most important to her. He was her protector. She wished he could see that.
She wasn't death incarnate. She was the most important to him. She was his savior. He wished she could see that.
She was teaching him not to fear himself. He was teaching her not to fear herself.
Somehow she didn't feel so deadly when she was with him. She forgot her curse because he was brave enough to hold her.
Somehow he didn't feel so monstrous when he was with her. He forgot his haunting thoughts because she was brave enough to let him hold her.
She wasn't afraid anymore. He wasn't afraid anymore.
She was safe with him. He would protect her. He would love her.
He was just a man with her. She would care for him. She would stay with him.
Together they were not afraid.
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