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100 words over the thousand told by the picture. –M
I didn’t know, when I was falling in love with her, that she was a dragon. Perhaps her penchant for riddles and treasures would have been a hint. Or the way she could look at you, and find your greatest weakness and darkest desire with a few innocent questions. And exploit the one while fulfilling the other. As she did to me, freezing me brittle with her words, shattering me with the heat of her body.
But I wonder. Had I known, would I have chosen any different?
No. I think not.
Now I must go.
She calls me again.