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“LOVE is a strange thing. Some may say it is a burning passion, a blazing flame that consumes every aspect of life until all that remains is that person. They will believe that your soul will ache for them, ignite only when they are around. That in loving this person completely, you become the strongest you can ever be. But I think they are wrong – to expose yourself in such a way is not a strength, but only a weakness.” “So, you don’t believe in love?” “No, I do. I just don’t believe that love is for me. I won’t allow it power over me.” ///Death's Bride/// Death had always been a lonely man. It was a well-known fact, and one that he’d been happy with through all his long years ferrying the dead to their final resting place.  His loneliness had never affected him, for he had learned to embrace it. Death had learned to cherish his lonely nights because if he was alone and did not love anything, then nothing could hurt him. Only, one day that all changed. One day he met a woman like nothing he’d ever seen before. He was transfixed, and would do anything to have her. So he did, he took her and kept her as his own. She owned his love, his life, and his heart. She was Death’s Bride. But, what if she wanted more?  "The strongest drug that exists for a human is another human being."
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