on will, tessa, jem.

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He looks into those stormcloud gray hurt eyes and his mouth burns.

And it seems not even holy water can wash away the venom this time.

Watch her go, little one.

She can never be yours.

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You tell them your miserable lies.

You watch their disappointed acceptance.

But they know.

Somehow, they always know.

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You love him. It's a sort of love that's so overwhelming; you try to pull away each time.

Silver hair, silver eyes. A freak. An anomaly. An addict.

But you don't care.

Not even when he takes her for himself.

Because you love him and you love her.

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Silver and gold.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Not anymore.

Because he's gone.

Ave atque vale.

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You marry her, knowing though you love each other, a part of your hearts are missing.

He's gone.

But you try to make the most of it.

Right now, it's the two of you.

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Later, maybe it'll be their turn.