Cristiano
Maybe it was all the time I’d spent on farms today that’d turned me into an animal tonight. Maybe it was weeks of sleeping by Natalia and thinking of nothing but all the ways I wanted to take her. Or years of wondering about her life—if she’d flourished or had resorted to simply existing following Bianca’s death, and whether she’d still been blindly devoted to my brother or if it was more nostalgia than anything keeping them together.



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