Note: 50-word drabble. There's a lot of OTPs goin' on in Behemoth... take your pick. :)
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It's happened in bits and pieces, hasn't it?
No precise moment you can put your finger on; rather, an imperceptible evolution of feeling. Slow. Certain. Unstoppable.
All you know is that one morning you awoke, looked about, and realized it was true.
It makes no sense.
But love rarely does.
