twelve: loved (reprise)
Love. What a word. But she knew it the second she saw him again. If she would have known it was this easy to love again, she would have tried to. There was something about the danger, about being on a knife's point, something exhilarating that she surprised herself by liking. She watched him out of the corners of her eyes, but his glance was away. Probably thinking about her. She hated that she had picked him to love, but it really wasn't her choice. Even if she had a choice, she knew she wouldn't have picked him. His gaze suddenly met hers, and she looked down, cheeks burning. He couldn't know. Not yet.
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