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        Shedidn''tknowhiswholestory.Butsheknewenough.Enoughtorecognizetheacheofbeingdifferent,enoughtounderstandthesilenceofloneliness.

        Theywerebothunwelcome,unacceptedbythisworld.

        Thekindnessshehadshownhimhadneverbeendeliberate.Shedidn''tcareaboutbeautyordeformity.Shelackedthehumaninstincttojudgethese.Shesimplyfeltthattheenergyhecarriedwascalm,alwayslikeaquietlakeinthemoonlight,andshelikedthat.

        Butnow,thatlakewasrippling.

        Shesteppedcloser,closeenoughtoalmosttouchhim.

        Juliandidn''tretreat.Heloweredhishead.Hisnervousgaze,flickeringanduncertain,filledslowlywithsomethingelse.

        Reyaclosedhereyes.Inthedark,hiscolorbloomedagainsthermind—paleyellowatfirst,softandtentative,thendeepeningintosomethingwarmer,steadier.

        Twoarmsencircledher,hesitantatfirst,thentighteningwhenshedidn''tresist.

        Warmbreathbrushedherlips.Sheopenedhereyes.Hisface—distorted,scarred,unbearablyfragile—wasonlyinchesfromhers.

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