the chance encounter of their meeting as commonplace as any other,
significant in the way that nothing actually is.
they have histories of secret suffering kept from one another.
faces turned inward, away from the world.
away from each other.
childhood torment. families, slashed apart and thrown together. sacrifice. anguish. pain.
death.
a thousand untold stories swirling in every cell.
the complication of each is a mirror of the other.
they are both broken.
their jagged edges fit nearly seamlessly, save for the hairline cracks
where the light of their joining shines through.
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