She knew his name. She called herself...Adam tried to understand the lump in his stomach, to fully comprehend what was happening. "Kavinsky?" It came out in a whisper and Adam could only stare, his chest aching. My only love sprung from my only hate. He had never appreciated Romeo and Juliet until this very moment.
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She knew his name. She called herself...Adam tried to understand the lump in his stomach, to fully comprehend what was happening. "Kavinsky?" It came out in a whisper and Adam could only stare, his chest aching. My only love sprung from my only hate. He had never appreciated Romeo and Juliet until this very moment.
"But you're..." Beautiful? Radiant? Impossible?