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Zelda was like the finesse poison which didn’t unalive him immediately but did spread in his blood slowly. She called him frostbite. He used to cut through her skin in such a manner that it would bleed her dry but for that she wouldn’t pry. She felt everything too deeply yet couldn’t express even a single word about it.
Will it be any better if she told him about it? The answer is no. She already knows what he will say. So, why waste the words which won’t even matter in the end. She fell too deep in his eyes causing her heart to ache even with the slightest glance of him.
