Shedidn''''tknowhiswholestory.Butsheknewenough.Enoughtheacheofbeingdifferent,enoughtouandthesilenceofloneliness.
Theywerebothunwele,uedbythisworld.
Thekindnessshehadshownhimhadneverbeendeliberate.Shedidn''''tcareaboutbeautyordeformity.Sheckedthehumaninstincttojudgethese.Shesimplyfeltthattheenergyhecarriedwascalm,alwayslikeaquietkeinthemoonlight,andshelikedthat.
Butnow,thatkepling.
Shesteppedcloser,closeenoughtoalmosttouchhim.
Juliandidn''''tretreat.Heloweredhishead.Hisnervousgaze,flickeringanduain,filledslowlywithsomethingelse.
Reyaclosedhereyes.Inthedark,hiscolorbloomedagainsthermind—paleyellowatfirst,softaive,thendeepeningintosomethingwarmer,steadier.
Twoarmsencircledher,hesitantatfirst,thentighteningwhenshedidn''''tresist.
Warmbreathbrushedherlips.Sheopenedhereyes.Hisface—distorted,scarred,unbearablyfragile—wasonlyinchesfromhers.
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