mhari had never fancied herself a liar.
and yet, left with no choice -
oh, shut up, her heart hissed at her,
- or wait, was that the ghosts in her head? -
you have a choice.
you love him.
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no.
she could not love him.
he was not hers to love,
not anymore.
this killian was not...
was not her killian.
she didn't know this man.
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"the mistake was yours in trusting me," he'd said.
stop.
stop thinking of it, she told herself,
blinking back the wetness.
you don't love him.
not anymore.
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i'm not crying.
i'm ...
i'm not...
i'm not crying.
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maybe if she told herself that enough, it would make it true.
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yeah, okay, maybe not.