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Markus is not a savior; Keira is not a victim

She pretends like she has moved on;
A little hi and she turns off the phone.
He says her name like it doesn't burn anymore.
She laughs, he posts, they ignore each other.

But when the Moon is up,
she misses him.
While he focuses on someone else.

And when the world gets noisy once more,
she reaches out to him.
As friends.
And he would respond,
a little late.
Maybe even after 16 hours.

Because the truth remains,
she still loves him,
he didn't love her.
Maybe used to be.
Or a little.
He's kind of confused.

Sometimes she still wonders,
sometimes he still cares.
And in between the proses,
the feelings are there.
But Markus is not a savior.
And Keira is not a victim.
They're both just people;
wanting to love,
wanting to escape.
And for a brief moment
that their paths crossed,
they thought they did.

But they didn't.

Because love is not supposed to be selfish,
it's not supposed to lie.
It's not supposed to make your partner feel suffocated,
And it's not a cure for your unhealed trauma.
Keira knew better.
Marcus thought different.
And for a brief moment,
they found their differences.

And just like any other journey,
they must separate ways this time.

And they did.

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